我爱吃洋柿子。嗜柿如命。那是一个遥远夏日的午后,我父亲手里拿着一个洋柿子,刚刚摘下的,红里透粉,粉里藏绿。那是我家菜园里第一次栽种,也是第一个成熟的洋柿子。新鲜得史无前例。当父亲第一次把洋柿子的秧苗栽种在菜园里的时候,菜园里便开始氤氲着一种奇怪的气息。嗡嗡营营的蜜蜂,在黄瓜豆角南瓜茄子韭菜飞起飞落时,却始终逃避着细碎的洋柿子花。 I love to eat persimmon Add persimmon as life. It was a distant summer afternoon, my father holding a persimmon in his hand, just picked off, the red powder, powder hide green. That was the first plantation in my garden, and the first ripe persimmon. Fresh and unprecedented. When his father planted the seedlings of foreign persimmons in the vegetable garden for the first time, his garden started to smell strangely. Buzz camping bees, squash in the cucumber eggplant leek fly off, but always escape the fragmented foreign persimmon flowers.