母亲去世已经三十二年了。现在能为她出这么一本小小的文集——她唯一的一本,使我欣慰,也使我感伤。今天,读书界记得她的人已经不多了。老一辈谈起,总说那是三十年代一位多才多艺、美丽的女诗人。但是,对于我来说,她却是一 My mother has been dead for thirty-two years. Now she can produce such a small collection of writings for her - her only one, which made me happy and sad. Today, the book industry remembers her people are running out. The older generation talked about, always saying that it was a versatile and beautiful female poet in the 1930s. But for me, she is one