一生中第一朵玫瑰,与爱情无关。那是二月的一天,季节就在春与冬之间徘徊,拥挤不kan的公共汽车里,我好不容易抢到一个座位,我的身边,站着一个男孩,抱着一束红玫瑰。他把花束高高地举起,在挨挨挤挤的人群间,力求容身之地。车开得跌跌撞撞,他便一直在摇摇晃晃,有人推他一把,有人瞪他一眼,他就不断地向人道:“对不起。” The first rose in his life has nothing to do with love. It was a February day. The season was between spring and winter. In a crowded bus, I managed to grab a seat. With a boy standing next to me, holding a bouquet of red roses. He lifted the bouquet high, and he sought to keep his place among crowded crowds. The car was staggered and he was swaying. Someone pushed him. Someone gave him a glance. He continued to ask people: “I’m sorry.”