立夏以后,看到蚕豆,想起小时候,把它们剥出来,用缝衣针引一根长线,粒粒串起,放饭锅上蒸熟,取出来,稍凉,套脖子上,傻乎乎地一粒一粒拽着吃,舌头抵住上颚,轻压,蚕豆酥碎一片,粉面,淡甜……那一个个逝去的初夏,以及初夏里吃到的蚕豆项链,一直留在记忆深处,时光荏苒,慢慢发酵,想起来,舌尖上都淌着甜蜜。 After the founding of the summer, to see the beans, think of a child, peel them out, with a needle cited a long line, grain strung together, put the rice on the steamed, remove, cool, necks, silly one A tug of eating, the tongue against the palate, soft, broken beans crisp, noodles, light sweet ... ... that one passed away in early summer, as well as the early summer to eat beans necklaces, has been left in the memory, time荏 苒, slowly fermentation, think of it, the tongue is dripping sweet.