这里,是一小片农庄。正是七月,葡萄已经成熟了。站在地头,满眼是翠茵茵的葡萄架。人在架下,一抬手,便可触到已经成熟的葡萄,它们一嘟噜一嘟噜地挂着,紫的、绿的,晶莹饱满,经历了阳光、雨水,在日子里慢慢积淀下来的味道,是那样的甜,让人觉得一种生活以外的趣味。那些掌形的叶子,一片挨着一片,长在弯来绕去的藤蔓上,滋润、安静,尽己所能地替架下劳作的人挡着阳光。葡萄的甜香,诱来蜜蜂嗡嗡盘绕。架下的人,戴着一顶草帽,穿着一件宽松的衣裳,拿 Here is a small farm. It is July, the grapes are ripe. Standing on the ground, full of eyes is Yin Yin’s grapevines. People in the frame, one raised his hand, you can touch the ripe grapes, they are a snoring grumble, purple, green, full of crystal, experienced the sun, rain, slowly in the days of accumulation Taste, is so sweet, people think of a life outside of the taste. The palm-shaped leaves, next to each other, grow on the vines, winding and winding, moisten and quiet, doing their best to block the sunshine of the working people. The sweetness of the grape, lured the bees buzzing around. Under the people, wearing a straw hat, wearing a loose clothes, take