一切就像在原地等待,还是原来的样子,等待回乡人的指认。刚入五月,脆嫩的绿有点浅,像新娘的酒窝。雨或是下得很轻,点点可数,漾在河里打在干燥的水泥地上雨棚上。不再像春天的毛毛雨下得含含糊糊,在繁花间暧昧不清。或是下得很猛,一阵掠过,撂下一片湿,汪汪的。这样的雨像一场告别也像一场迎接,浸泡着五月头的嫩绿。母亲的园子里梨儿桃儿枇杷都挂了青涩的果,隐在肥叶间停止了喧闹。橘子开花了,白色的花苞那么小那么密,内敛的恣肆,摇摆在 Everything is like waiting in place, or the original look, waiting for the recognition of returning home. Just started in May, crisp green a bit shallow, like the bride’s dimple. Rain or very light, little bit, Yang beat in the river on a dry concrete floor rain shed. No longer under the drizzle of the spring is ambiguous, ambiguous between the flowers. Or under the very fierce, while passing, 撂 under a wet, barking. Such a rain like a goodbye also like a welcome, soaked in May bright green. Mother’s garden Pear Peach loquat are hung green fruit, hidden in the leaves between the noisy. Oranges flowering, white buds so small and so dense, introverted unbridled, swinging in