玉蜀黍、包谷、包米、珍珠米、包芦、棒子……在玉米众多芳名中,我最喜爱珍珠米,一提起这个给人美丽遐想的名字,我就会想起童年一段朦胧而恬美的温馨。 那时我大概四五岁吧,跟外公外婆住在浦东塘桥镇上。那天下午,在镇外田野中“野”成了大花脸的我,推开家门就闻到了扑鼻的糯香,外婆神秘兮兮地笑着打来一盆水: Maize, Baotu, Baomi, pearl rice, baguette, stick ... ... Among the many names of corn, I like pearl rice most. When I mention the name that gives me beautiful reverie, I will think of the hazy and sweet childhood warmth. At that time, I was about four or five years old, living with my grandparents in Pudong Town. That afternoon, in the field outside the town “wild” into a big face, I opened the door to smell the fragrant waxy incense, grandmother mysterious smile called a pot of water: