We talked of the forsythias blooming by the gates in the spring and the clay jars of kimchi buried in the backyard.

我们谈起了在门旁一到春天便怒放的连翘，谈起了埋在后院的泡菜陶缸。

I closed my eyes again and saw the house where I had once foolishly loved rise up before me, resurrecting itself by degrees, the forsythias first.

我重又闭上眼，看到了曾经滋生我那荒谬的爱的房子呈现在眼前，先是连翘，然后是渐渐掘起的房子。