秋,城市的雨季到来。傍晚时分,也许是为了与这场雨相遇,我匆匆从老家赶回。进门半个小时后,雨淅淅沥沥地下了起来。又是一年,四季轮回。如今,熟悉的味道再次充满空气,炎热躁动的土地在雨水的滋润下,渐渐沉静,萌发出生命的原始气息,潮湿、新鲜,带着些许的朦胧,像极了婴儿出生后呼出的第一口气息。晚饭很简单。推车的卖奶人踏着雨声送来了鲜奶。奶桶的盖子一掀开,一股模糊的奶腥气冲入鼻腔。这味 Autumn, the city’s rainy season is coming. In the evening, perhaps to meet with this rain, I hurried back from home. Half an hour after entering the door, the rain drifted underground. Another year, four seasons reincarnation. Today, the familiar taste filled with air again, the hot agitation of the land in the rain under the moisture, gradually quiet, germination of the original breath of life, wet, fresh, with a little hazy, like the very first baby after birth exhaled breath. Dinner is simple. Strollers selling milk under the rain sent fresh milk. A lid of the milk bucket opened, a blur of milk and milk rushed into the nasal cavity. This flavor