街角有卖菜的,担子里皆绿得滴水。我本不善厨事,但招架不住绿汪汪的芫荽的勾引,还是买了一把。回家洗净,拌以薄盐、老醋、剁辣椒,就是一碟上好的凉菜。我嗜芫荽,每次只要餐桌上有凉拌的,必吃得欢欣鼓舞,意气风发。时间倒回去若干年,情形却完全相反。那时的我,与芫荽水火不容,仿佛对它有仇。第一次看到它,是秋末的一天。家里来了客,一个穿黑色夏布上衣,眼窝深陷的老太太。父亲叫她玉姐姐,让我喊她玉 There are selling vegetables corner, the burden is green drip. I was not good at cooking, but could not resist the bark of green calabash seduce, or bought one. Wash home, mixed with thin salt, vinegar, chop pepper, is a dish of good cold dishes. I’m addicted to cilantro, and every time I have a salad on the table, I must be happy and energetic. The time to go back to a few years, the situation is exactly the opposite. At that time, I, with coriander water, as if it had a hatred. The first time I saw it, it was the autumn day. Home to the guest, a black summer cloth jacket, old lady sunken eyes. Father called her jade sister, let me call her jade