2014年的夏天,我在江西。夏天的江西,是我记忆里最“夏天”的地方。闷热,潮湿,流了一身又一身的汗,好像随时都会有一场倾盆大雨,让我们措手不及。而这个时候,北方,我的家乡,已经入秋。突然开始怀念家乡的秋。很奇怪。之前从来都没有觉得,家里的秋天会让我如此想念——越是远离越是珍贵。无论时间,无论地点。只是想念终归是想念。日子还要继续。也许是因为习惯了,也许是因为不得不习惯,我在这里,吃得下饭,睡得着觉,甚至还能忍受着窒息的危险 Summer 2014, I am in Jiangxi. Jiangxi in summer is the most “summer” place in my memory. Hot, humid, flowing one after another sweat, as if at any time there will be a downpour, let us by surprise. And this time, the north, my hometown, has entered autumn. Suddenly began to miss the autumn home. Very strange. Never before did I feel that the fall of the home made me miss so much - the more I walked away from the more precious. Regardless of time, regardless of location. Just miss forever after all miss. Days have to continue. Maybe it’s because I got used to it, maybe because I have to get used to it, I’m here, I have enough food, sleep, and even endure suffocation