子夜,怎么也睡不着。睁眼闭眼脑海里总晃动着薛家湾阳光超市水果架上那一堆红红的石榴。摸黑起身下床,摸黑抓到开关一摁,满屋通明。我没有垂涎石榴的美味,馋女人堆里永远没有我的踪影,只是中午去超市闲逛看到石榴,而后勾起我满心疼痛的记忆。那是在我出嫁的前夜,我年轻的娘盘腿坐在炕头,在灯下摆弄着一张张鲜艳的大红纸,用剪子剜出大小各异的石榴花。娘精心挑选最满意的石榴花放在眼前,不满意的就揉成一团扔到了一边。那是我初见 Midnight, how can not sleep. Eyes closed with my head always shaking Xuejiawan Sunshine supermarket fruit rack that pile of red pomegranates. Get up and get out of bed, touch the switch to catch a black, full house bright. I did not salivate the delicious pomegranates, greedy woman forever in the pile of my trace, just go to the supermarket at noon to see pomegranate, and then brought back my full of painful memories. It was on the eve of my marriage. My young mother sat cross-legged with a bright red paper under the lamp. She sculpted pomegranate flowers of various sizes with scissors. Mother carefully selected the most satisfactory pomegranate on the front, not satisfied with a group thrown to the side. That’s my first sight