毛毛虫涉过六月的山冈,父母从故乡摘来满满一口袋毛豆角,说是姐姐田埂上种的青豆,没打过农药的。他们边说,边望着我,那意思是在看我的反应。实际上,我已从父母眼神里读出一种城市里无法拒绝的安全感,还能多言什么?望着那些在锅中被煮得沸沸扬扬的毛豆角,心儿由此变得热气腾腾,精神就像毛壳里安睡的裸豆饱满。这个忽然来得有些夸张的隐喻是想进一步抵达此刻我血脉里正喷溅的幸福——它让我惊异地发现一个日子不同寻常的颜 Caterpillars involved in the hills in June, parents from their home full of bags of walnuts picked off, said to be my sister’s farmland on the green beans, did not play pesticides. They said while looking at me, that meant watching my reaction. In fact, I have read out in my parents’ eyes a sense of security that I can not refuse in the city. What more can I say? Looking at those soaked beans in a pan, The spirit is as full as a bare bean in a fur shell. The sudden, somewhat exaggerated metaphor is the happiness of being splashed in my bloodstream at the moment - it surprised me to find the unusual day