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公园入口的那片郁金香
周六早上，我的一碗面刚吃完，妈妈就从门后的挂钩上取下布袋，说：走，去城市公园，郁金香开了。我把两瓶水塞进书包，抢在她前面出了门。
公园东门一进去，我就看见了那片郁金香田。它铺在湖边的小坡上，一块红、一块黄、一块紫，像谁把三张大地毯一块一块铺开，中间隔着一条窄窄的小路。小路上人不少，大家都走得很慢。
我跑到最近的那块紫色跟前蹲下。郁金香的花像一只收着口的长杯子，花瓣很光滑，边上还描了一道细细的浅色线。紫色的那几株颜色最深，深得像墨，可太阳斜着照过来的时候，花瓣边缘透亮透亮，像彩色的玻璃。
妈妈，为什么有三种颜色呀？我问。妈妈走过来，蹲在我旁边说：品种不一样，就像人穿的衣服颜色不一样。我又去看红的那块，红得最亮，远远看过去，像坡上烧着一堆小火。黄的那块最轻，风一吹，整片一起晃，像一群黄蝴蝶要飞起来。
站这儿，黄郁金香前面。妈妈把我安置在黄色花田边上。我站得笔直，手贴着裤缝，有点不好意思。妈妈说：别盯镜头，看最大那朵花。我扭头去找，找到最大的一朵，就在这时候，一只蜜蜂从我耳边嗡嗡飞过去，我缩了缩脖子，抬手挥了一下，妈妈正好在这一下按下了拍照键。
我们在草坪的垫子上坐了一会儿，一边剥橘子一边看照片。那张照片里，我抬着手，歪着头，眼睛笑成一条缝，身后的黄郁金香被风吹得往一边倒。我觉得它比摆出来的姿势好看，非要妈妈把它设成相册的封面。
回家的公交车上，我捧着手机把照片翻来翻去。照片里的花田亮堂堂的，亮得我想再进去站一回。春天真好，到处都是开着的。我喜欢春天，也喜欢城市公园的郁金香。
The Tulip Field at the Park Entrance
On Saturday morning, I had barely finished my bowl of noodles when mom took a cloth bag off the hook by the door and said, let us go to the city park, the tulips are in full bloom. I threw two bottles of water into my backpack and rushed out the door ahead of her.
The moment we entered the east gate, I saw the tulip field. It spread over the gentle slope by the lake, one block red, one block yellow, one block purple, like three big carpets laid out one by one, with a narrow path running between them. There were quite a few people on the path, and everyone walked slowly.
I ran to the nearest purple block and crouched down. A tulip looks like a tall cup with its mouth half closed. The petals are very smooth, and each edge has a thin line of a lighter color drawn on it. The purple ones were the darkest, almost like ink, but when sunlight slanted in, the edges of the petals glowed translucent, like colored glass.
Mom, why are there three colors? I asked. Mom walked over and squatted beside me. They are different kinds, just like people wearing different colors of clothes. I looked toward the red block. The red was the brightest, and from far away it looked like small fires burning on the slope. The yellow ones were the lightest. When the wind blew, they swayed all at once, like a flock of yellow butterflies about to fly up.
Stand here, in front of the yellow ones. Mom placed me at the edge of the yellow field. I stood straight with my hands at my sides, feeling a little shy. Mom said, do not look at the camera, look at the biggest flower. I turned my head and found the biggest tulip. Just then a bee buzzed past my ear, I flinched and waved my hand, and mom pressed the shutter at that very moment.
We sat on a mat on the lawn for a while. While eating tangerines, we looked through the photos. In one photo, my hand was raised halfway, my head was tilted, my eyes were closed in laughter, and the yellow tulips behind me were blown sideways by the wind. I thought it was better than any posed photo, and I asked mom to set it as the cover of the album.
On the bus home, I held the phone and looked at the photos again and again. The tulip field in them was so bright that I wanted to stand inside it once more. Spring is truly wonderful, full of blooming flowers. I love spring, and I love the tulips in the city park.
贴在冰箱上的那张照片
我家冰箱上贴着一张照片，照片里我站在郁金香前面，门牙刚掉了一颗，笑起来漏风。每次妈妈打开冰箱拿牛奶，都会指它一下，说：看，你那天多高兴。
那是上个月最后一个周日。妈妈带我去城市公园，说迟一天，郁金香就要谢了。公园东门进去往左，走过一座小木桥，湖边的小坡上就是花田。我站在桥头愣了一下。花是一大片一大片种的，红色的一大片，黄色的一大片，紫色的一大片，中间夹着绿色长长的叶子。风从湖面上过来，花就一起点头。
妈妈在长椅上坐下歇脚，我自己蹲到花田边的石沿上数。我数紫色那一块，一朵、两朵、三朵，数到十九朵的时候被一朵半开的花打断了，它的花瓣还拢在一起，像攥紧的小拳头。旁边一朵全开了，杯子里落着一小片花瓣，是前面那朵掉的。我抬头看整片花田，红的、黄的、紫的，一块挨一块，比美术课上调出来的颜色还要齐。
喂，过来拍照啦。妈妈朝我招手。我跑到黄色那块前面站好，把两只手背在身后。妈妈喊：一二三。我刚咧开嘴，一群白鸽从花田后头的广场上扑棱棱飞起来，有几只从我们头顶掠过，影子落在花上。妈妈连按了好几张。
回去的路上，妈妈把照片挑出来，在公园门口的打印机上打印，一张一块钱。她选出那张有鸽子的，鸽子的翅膀只拍到一小截，我的门牙缺着，笑得眼睛都没了。
照片贴到冰箱上那天，妈妈用两块小磁铁压住角。后来磁铁换过一次，照片的角也卷起来了，可它一直在那儿。写作业写累的时候，我抬头看它一眼，就想起湖面的风、花田的三种颜色，还有扑棱棱飞起来的那群鸽子。
春天原来可以贴在冰箱上。我喜欢春天，下次郁金香开的时候，我还要让妈妈给我拍一张。
The Photo on the Refrigerator
There is a photo on our refrigerator at home. In it I am standing in front of tulips, one front tooth just gone, my smile showing the gap. Every time mom opens the fridge to get milk, she points at it and says, look, how happy you were that day.
That was the last Sunday of last month. Mom took me to the city park, saying that if we waited one more day, the tulips would already be fading. Enter through the east gate, turn left, cross a small wooden bridge, and the flower field lies on the slope by the lake. I stood at the bridge for a moment and froze. The flowers were planted in big blocks, a big block of red, a big block of yellow, a big block of purple, with long green leaves mixed in between. The wind came across the lake, and all the flowers nodded together.
Mom sat down on a bench to rest, and I squatted on the stone edge by the field and started counting. I counted the purple block, one flower, two flowers, three flowers, and stopped at nineteen because a half-opened flower broke my count. Its petals were still pressed together like a tight little fist. Next to it one flower was fully open, and a small petal had fallen inside its cup, dropped from the flower before it. I looked up at the whole field, red, yellow, and purple, block beside block, neater than any colors mixed in art class.
Hey, come here for the photo. Mom waved at me. I ran and stood in front of the yellow block with both hands behind my back. Mom counted, one, two, three. The moment I grinned, a flock of white pigeons took off from the square behind the field, flapping loudly, and a few of them swept over our heads, their shadows falling on the flowers. Mom pressed the shutter several times in a row.
On the way back, mom picked out a photo and printed it at the machine by the park gate, one yuan a piece. She chose the one with the pigeons, whose wings were only half captured, my missing tooth showing, my eyes squeezed shut with laughter.
The day the photo went up on the fridge, mom pinned the corners with two small magnets. The magnets were replaced once since then, and the corners of the photo have curled up, but it has stayed there. When I get tired of homework, I look up at it, and I remember the wind off the lake, the three colors of the field, and that flock of pigeons taking flight.
Spring, it turns out, can be pasted on a refrigerator. I love spring, and next time the tulips bloom, I will ask mom to take another one for me.
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