路过广场的草坪,工人正在割草,空气中,弥漫着清新的青草味,我闭上眼,贪婪地嗅着这久违的味道,记忆的闸门,如洪水,泛滥开来……田野是有味道的。浓浓的麦香、甜甜的玉米香、暖暖的棉花香,滋养着你的身体。劳动田间,尽管日头晒着,你会觉得浑身都是劲儿。菜园里的芹菜、香菜发芽了,长叶了,香味扩散开来,紧紧地包围着园子,甚至把摘菜人们的衣服上、手上都能给沾染上。现在市场上卖的芹菜、香菜,靠近鼻子也没有那股子味道了。循着气息,你会找到节节草、水稗、小猪草、茅草、芦草、蒲公英、红荆条,你会摘到老鸹枣、野葡萄、 Passing the lawn in the square, the workers are cutting the grass, the air is filled with fresh grassy smell, I close my eyes and greedily sniff the taste of this long time, the gate of memory, such as floods, flood ... Field is a taste of. Thick wheat, sweet corn incense, warm cotton fragrance, nourish your body. In the field of labor, you will find it hard to work despite the sun. Vegetable garden celery, coriander sprouted, long leaves, the smell spread, and tightly surrounded by the garden, and even picking vegetables people’s clothes, hands can be contaminated. Now sell celery, parsley, near the nose that share does not taste. Follow the breath, you will find the grass, water barnyardgrass, grass, grass, grass, dandelion, red vitex, you will pick the old jujube, wild grapes,