我住七楼,楼下有几棵柿子树。深秋晴明时,柿子橙红艳丽,勾人馋涎三尺。可惜,树是小区公有的,公有意味着谁也不拥有,所以我不能摘,只好看着它们入冬后先后摔在地上。这过程又慢又浪漫,看久了怕会滋生文艺病。所以,我功利地用这几棵树开发了一个新功能。采访柯蓝那天,北京遭霾。临出门,我习惯性凑到窗前 I live on the seventh floor, a few persimmon tree downstairs. Autumn is clear, bright orange persimmon, hook people salivate three feet. Unfortunately, the tree is public area, public means no one owns, so I can not pick, had to watch them fall into the winter has fallen to the ground. This process is slow and romantic, long afraid of breeding art and literature. So I’ve developed a new function with these trees. When interviewed Ke Lan, Beijing was haze. Pro out, I habitually conspire to the window