六月在重庆,碰上梅雨季节,每日躲在朋友家中海聊。半夜里吃街边的夜啤酒,顿顿有花椒,吃得味蕾几近麻痹。餐餐败给善耍酒令的重庆人,怀抱着老山城,醉生梦死。突然有一天,发了疯似地想念南京,想念南京人的不温不火,那些绿油油的野菜,菊花脑、马兰头,还有夜摊上两块钱一碗的虾皮小馄饨。 In June, in Chongqing, he encountered a rainy season and hid in the sea of ​​his friend’s house every day. In the middle of the night, I had a night beer at the side of the street. The meal was defeated by the Chongqingers who were good at making wine, and they held Laoshan City in their arms. Suddenly one day, I missed Nanjing with a madness and missed the tepid people in Nanjing. Those green vegetables, chrysanthemum brains, and Malan heads, as well as a bowl of small shrimps on a night stand.