1948年春,我从粤东支队独立第二大队调往粤东地委途中,曾在梅县南边的顺里村民兵队长家里歇晌,吃了一顿丰盛的山珍:美味的竹笋、胡豆、赤蕨和豆角干汤,喷香的白米饭。“你这胡豆真香。”我对民兵队长说。他年纪约二十五六岁,曾在县城读过一年中学,因家贫辍学。“你喜欢吃胡豆?这是小菜么!”对方带点歉意地说。“胡豆开花也很好看,简直像是满垄蝴堞呢。”我说着,脑海里浮现出家乡村口的美丽景色来。 In the spring of 1948, I relocated from the second independent detachment of the eastern Guangdong detachment to the prefectural Party committee of Guangdong Province. On the way home to the captain of the militia in Shunli Village, south of Meixian, I ate sumptuous delicacies: delicious bamboo shoots, And dried beans, fragrant white rice. “You are really fragrant beans. ” I said to the militia captain. He is about twenty-five and six-year-old. He had studied at a middle school in the county for one year and dropped out of school because of his family. “Do you like to eat beans? This is the side dishes it!” “Hu beans flowering is also very good-looking, almost like a full mound of butterfly it. ” I said, my mind came home to the beautiful scenery of the village entrance.