仲夏。吊床上熟睡的老人。在老人的梦中,恍惚出现了三扇门。老人站住定了定神,这三张同样的门,有三种不同的故事。老人轻轻地走过去,打开第一扇门。烈日的强光投射在老人的脸上,老人眯缝着眼打量周围的一切。那是他母亲的薰衣草田。他的母亲是个爱花的人,年轻的时候,常带年少的他到这儿玩,他最喜欢躺在田中,耳畔微风吹过薰衣草发出沙 midsummer. Sleeping old man in hammock. In the dream of the elderly, trance appeared three doors. The elderly stood firm, these three same doors, there are three different stories. The old man walked gently to open the first door. The bright sun shone on the face of the elderly, the elderly squint looked at all around. That is his mother’s lavender field. His mother is a love of flowers, when young, often with young to play here, he was most like to lie in Tanaka, ears blowing a lavender breeze sand