有些记忆,光阴再深也是抹杀不去的,它会沿着河岸、阡陌,甚至废弃的园子坍塌的墙垣,一路低音甚至无声无息地牵住衣角、长发,一不小心还会随着尖锐的刺钻入你的手指,甚至……保持一生的疼痛。这就是苍耳,粗糙的、素朴的甚至没心没肺的苍耳,寂寞的、孤独的、纠结的、沉默的苍耳。再与苍耳相遇,我们竟是在荒废了十年的乡村院落里。颓废的泥巴墙、破落的草舍,挨挨挤挤的苍耳, Some memory, time and then dark is also denied, it will be along the banks, terraced rice fields, and even the abandoned garden collapsed walls, all the way to bolster the clothes and even silent, long hair, accidentally also with the Sharp thorn drill into your fingers, and even ... maintain a lifetime of pain. This is the cocklebur, rough, simple and heartless cocklebur, lonely, lonely, tangled, silent cocklebur. Encounter with cocklebur again, we actually was in the deserted ten years of rural courtyard. Decadent mud wall, dilapidated cottage, to suffer squeeze squeeze the cocklebur,