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1每天的这个时候,老郑来了,她就从病房走出去,下楼,到医院的院子里坐一会。院子不小,但没有正经的凳子,甚至也没有一棵树,一株草。她只能坐在一块随意扔弃的石头上。那石头形状普通,癞癞疤疤的,一看就是石头,绝不会看出别的价值来,也不会被人捡回去,作为收藏。因为没用,有用的一面倒显出来,被太多人当凳子坐了,仔细看,向天的一面已磨出光泽,有蓝底白色的小碎花,那花纹,正如上等藏品中的青花瓷。每回坐在这里,月茹都看着这个院子。院子里人来车往,大马路似的,却透出一种荒漠般的枯寂感。她记起来曾经这院子,是有
1 this time of day, Lao Zheng came, she went out from the ward, downstairs, to the hospital yard for a while. The yard is not small, but no serious stool, or even a tree, a grass. She can only sit on a randomly litter of stones. That stone shape ordinary, scumbrous scars, a look is the stone, will never see other values, it will not be recovered, as a collection. Because it’s useless, the useful side shows up, and when too many people sit on the stool, looking closely, the one side of the sky has been lustrous, with small flowers of blue and white white, as in the finest collections Blue and white porcelain. Sitting here every time, Ru Ru are looking at this yard. People coming and going to the yard, like the road, but revealed a desert-like sense of dryness. She remembered once the yard, yes