午睡醒来,夏风穿堂而过,吹响风铃,叮叮当当一阵清脆。坐在桌前,一粒粒剥开碧绿的莲子,细细咀嚼。洁白的身子,包裹着苦味的莲心。莲子,在唇齿间留下难以名状的滋味,渗入无言的午后,散化在周身的静谧中。我,独自品味。老家的一处荷塘,每年暑假,我总要造访。那里住着一家朴实的渔民,他们租下一亩亩鱼塘,盖下几间简陋的平房,在夏天种植荷花,卖莲藕和莲子。彼时,我总爱穿行于袅袅清香中,欣赏满塘脱俗的清丽。 Wake up midday nap, summer breeze through the hall, sounded wind chimes, rattling while crisp. Sitting at the table, a grain of peeled green lotus seeds, chewing carefully. White body wrapped in bitter lotus heart. Lotus seeds, in the lips and teeth left indescribable taste, into the silent afternoon, bulk in the whole body of the quiet. I, taste alone. Hometown of a lotus pond, every summer vacation, I always have to visit. There lived a simple fisherman, they rented acres of fish ponds, cover a few simple cottage, in the summer planting lotus, selling lotus root and lotus seeds. That time, I always like to walk through the curls fragrance, appreciate the pure beauty of full Tong.