有一种味道,在这几个月里,一直若有若无地弥散在我的周围,那是在郊外的草地里仿佛到处都能闻到的,又仿佛在哪里都无法真正确认的味道。这会儿到了中秋,正是满怀乡愁的时节,才确切地明白,这味道一部份来自阳台上两盆毫不起眼的刚刚开放的小菊花,还有一部份来自我的记忆深处。这花朵跟指甲一般大小,而且也不怎么好看,那是有一天父母亲无意中在野地里发现并采回来种的,南京人把它们称为菊花脑。 There is a taste, in these few months, has been diffuse around me, it is in the suburbs of the grass as if you can smell everywhere, as if where can not really confirm the taste. It was mid-autumn, when it was full of nostalgia, that it was precisely understood that this taste came partly from the humble, freshly-opened small chrysanthemums of the two basins on the balcony, and partly from the depths of my memory. This flower with the size of the nails, but also not very good-looking, that one day the parents inadvertently found in the wild and reclaimed species, Nanjing people call them chrysanthemum brain.