紫苏紫苏,一个很诗意的名字,像是一个民国小说中走出来的一位有故事的女子。其实,紫苏只是乡下老家的一种草本植物。野生野长,随处可见,漫山遍野,岁岁自生,枝繁叶茂,分外泼辣。一到春天,乡下的茅房前后,沟坡附近,随意拱出的紫苏,倒也长得自在舒展。一束阳光打在上面,紫色的卵形叶片于安静的乡间闪烁着神秘的光芒。到了夏末,抽穗,穗上密集着微紫的花,细而薄,一小盏一小盏的,紫得透明,身姿绰约,很是可爱。我从小就很熟悉紫苏,紫苏的叶子看上去有很多的褶皱,蜷曲在一起,而且零零碎碎,叶子摸上去绒毛柔柔的,非常柔软,闻 Perilla Perilla, a very poetic name, is like a storytelling woman coming out of a Republic novel. In fact, perilla is just an herb in the country home. Wild wild long, can be seen everywhere, Manshanbianye, aged, rich in leaf, exceptionally pungent. As soon as spring came, the country house around the maze, near the slope, free arch of perilla, it also looks comfortable to stretch. A beam of sunlight struck above, and the purple ovoid leaves gleamed mysteriously in the quiet countryside. To the late summer, heading, spike on the intensive purple flowers, thin and thin, a small light a small lamp, purple is transparent, graceful, very cute. I was very familiar with basil, basil leaves seem to have a lot of folds, curled together, and piecemeal, the leaves feels soft velvety, very soft, smell