一川烟草,满城风絮,又到那五月黄梅天。夏初的梅雨,总是绵密得令人感到压抑,湿热得让人心里痒痒的。记忆中,每到梅雨时节,外婆总会拿出一个放有许多碎布头的柳条筐,坐到藤椅上做扫晴娘。在老藤椅发出的吱吱呀呀声中,外婆的手指上下飞舞,不一会儿,圆圆脑袋的扫晴娘就做完了。年幼的我小心翼翼地捧着做好的扫晴娘,兴奋地跑到屋外,把 One Sichuan tobacco, Manchuria flocculus, and then to May Huangmei days. Summer rainy season, always dense enough to feel depressed, so hot and humid itch of the heart. Memory, every Meiyu season, grandmother will always come up with a wicker basket with many rags, sat on the wicker chair to do sweep clear mother. Squeaking in the old wicker cries, the grandmother’s finger fluttered up and down, and a moment later, the round head swept the Qingniang to finish. I am young and carefully holding the sweep clear mother, went excitedly to the house, put