这一夜,花未眠。庭院静静的,似乎能听见夜是怎样从高高的瓦墙上泻下,掉在青石板砌成的台阶上,“丁丁当当”地碎了一地,然后聚成浓稠的一团,最终把世界包裹在墨黑的雾霭之中。一处墙角露出了红色的砖,不过,被许多堆聚着的瓶瓶罐罐以及众多的垃圾遮掩了。这些瓶和罐开裂,破碎,散发着霉腐的陈年气息,渗着丝丝紫黑色的水珠。唯有一个,虽沾染了尘土,却盖不住原来玲珑的素坯模样。 This night, spend no sleep. The quiet courtyard seemed to hear how the night drenched from the tall walls of the tiles, falling onto the steps of the bluestone slabs, “tinkering” to pieces, and then to a thick one Mission, the world eventually wrapped in black mist. There was a red brick in a corner, but it was obscured by many piles of jars and junk. These bottles and jars cracked, broken, and exuded a mildew of old-fashioned breath, infiltrating the silky purple drops of water. Only one, although contaminated with dust, but could not conceal the original look of exquisite greenware.