离午饭开始还有一盘菜的时间,现在,它就在我手中。我提起一根茎段,上面垂着大大小小的豆荚。那狭长饱满的豆荚,像襁褓一样裹着熟睡的婴儿。怀着对生命的敬畏与好奇,我轻轻地剥开这片豆荚。它此时是一种祝福、一种护佑,就像广袤的沃土庇佑着种下这群青豆的婆婆,以及千秋万世、耕耘不息的中国人。 It’s still in my hands since there is still another dish left for lunch. I mention a stem section, dangling large and small pods. The long and full pod, wrapped in a sleeping baby like a wombat. With awe and curiosity about life, I gently peeled this pod. It is now a blessing, a kind of blessing, just as the vast fertile soil blesses the mother-in-law of these green beans, as well as the Chinese people who have lived through the ages.