From February to July he was on the lookout for blossoms. When he lost them, and found himself without so much as a petal to guide him, he paused, climbed a tree on a hillock and scanned the horizon for a flash of pink or white in the leaf world that surrounded him. He did not touch them or stop to smell. He merely followed in their wake, a dark ragged figure guided by the blossoming plums.

從二月到七月，他一直在尋找花簇。當(dāng)他失去它們之后，他發(fā)現(xiàn)自己沒有一朵花瓣指引他，他停了下來，攀上一棵在小丘上面的樹，然后在樹葉的世界里勘望地平線，尋找一抹紅色或者白色。他沒有觸摸它們或者停止聞花香。他只是循著它們的蹤跡，一個(gè)衣衫襤褸的黑影，被盛開的李子花所指引。