人生在奔三的道路上疾驰,夜半醒来常常有穿越的感觉,仿佛在岁月中豁开了一道口子,躲了进去,瞧见了从前的时空,遇见了童年的自己。关于故乡的记忆似乎多在夏日,那时的植物蓊郁、物产丰饶。爷爷院子的柳条编篓里往往随意盛放着一些紫皮蒜、新鲜小葱、西红柿,都自不远处的田园而来,西红柿常常并不熟得太透,搁在柳条筐里慢慢变红,吃的时候带着酸甜的沙瓤,滴在棉布裙子上很快洇开一抹淡淡的粉红。 Life gallop on the road to Pentium, often woke up in the middle of the night feeling of crossing, as if in the years to open a hole, hid in, saw the time and space in the past, met his childhood. The memory of the hometown seems to be more in the summer, when the plants lush, rich products. Grandfather yard wicker baskets are often free to put some purple garlic, fresh shallot, tomatoes, are far from pastoral, tomatoes are often not too thoroughly, and slowly put in a wicker basket red , When eating sour and sour sand, dripping in the cotton skirt quickly wipe a touch of pink.