摘要
演出当天晚上,我在后台有点紧张。就在开演前的几分钟,老师来到我身边。“你妈妈让我把这个交给你,”她说着就把一朵蒲公英递给我。它的花瓣边缘已经有点卷曲,从花茎上无精打采地耷拉下来。但是一看到它,知道妈妈坐在台下,想起我们午餐时间的谈话,我的心底就涌出了一种自豪感。演出结束后,我把那朵塞进演出服围裙里的蒲公英带回家。妈妈把它夹在两张纸巾中间,再夹进字典里压干。她一边压花一边笑着说,大概只有我们俩会把这么一株无精打采的杂草做成干花了。我时常忆起与妈妈在正午的和煦阳光中共进午餐那些日子。它们就像是我童年里的一个个逗号。这些停顿告诉我,体味人生不在于那些预计好的增长量,而在于日常习惯的不断积累,以及在不经意间与亲人分享的小小快乐。透过那些花生酱三明治和碎巧克力曲奇,我认识到,爱的首要意义便是为了相伴经历那些微不足道的事情。
Backstage the night of the performance,I felt nervous.A few minutes before the play,my teacher came over to me.“Your mother asked me to give this to you,”she said,handing me a1)dandelion.Its edges were already beginning to curl,and it2)flopped lazily from its stem.But just looking at it,knowing my mother was out there,and thinking of our lunchtime talk made me proud.After the play,I took home the flower I had3)stuffed in the apron of my costume.My mother pressed it between two4)sheets of5)paper toweling in a dictionary,laughing as she did it that we were perhaps the only people who would press such a sorry-looking weed.
