雨夜,沙枣香把梦渗醒。听听那冷雨,闻闻那花香,思绪飘回久违的村庄。起身望窗外,沙沙细雨把神志淋醒,才想起五月立夏已过,又是小满了。之前,没来得及闻嗅春天,日子就飞一般流逝了。倒是这股沙枣香,在推迟了的绽放中通透鼻息,酩醒记忆,也把久违的过去翻腾出来,让人守在生活的这一端怀念远去的那一端。北方的季节苏醒的慢一些,春天还没过够,夏天就来了。而在转瞬交替的春夏之交,很少有能把记忆与鼻息串通起来的花香。而沙枣,不紧不慢地随着立 Rainy night, sand jujube incense to wake up. Listen to the cold rain, smell the flowers, thoughts returned to the long-lost village. Looked out of the window, the sand drizzle mind awakening, only think of the beginning of the summer in May has passed, but also a small full. Before, did not have time to smell the spring, the days fly on the general passage. It touches the sand of jujube incense, permeate nasal breath in the postponement of blooming, wake up memory, but also the long absence of the past tumbling out, people keep in this end of life miss the far end. Slow recovery of the northern season, spring is not enough, summer is coming. In the twinkling of an eye, at the turn of the spring and summer, there is scarcely a floral bouquet that connects the memory to the nose. And jujube, unrestrained with legislation