屋外下着雨,我在屋里吃着山楂。有点甜,有点酸,还有点涩,是山楂的独有珠道,可又有一些像别的什么。没有回味,没有酝酿,山楂不是茶叶,不是荔枝,但一入口,它的味道迅速占据所有味蕾,那样无遮无掩,那样肆无忌 It was raining outside the house. I was eating the mountains in the house. It’s a little sweet, a little sour, and a bit astringent. It’s the unique path of the mountains, but there are something else. There is no aftertaste, no brewing, hawthorn is not a tea, not a litchi, but at the entrance, its taste quickly occupies all the taste buds, so unobtrusive, so wild