记忆的香味

作者:万又康人气:966更新:2021-07-19 18:00:17

初夏的午后 ,窗外忽飘来一种淡淡的香味 ,它于我就像多年不见的朋友忽然在人海中相遇,非百感交集无法形容。这是花椒树的香味,它翠绿的叶子在空气中散发清新而迷人的馨香 。这芳香的味道在记忆深处潮涌而至 ,顷刻间与之相关的所有记忆的图像忽然一一闪现……

小时候,老宅的隔壁有一大片空地,我和小伙伴们放学后都到那里去玩耍 ,月亮悄悄爬上柳树梢,把我们拉了一地长长凌乱的影子 。我们常常众口齐声对着月亮放声大唱:月亮走,我也走 ,我送阿哥到桥头,阿哥是个边防军,十里相亲难分手哦 ,哦……唱完后肆意地顽笑追逐,很远处都听得到我们的欢笑声。要是遇到一个下雨天,母亲怕我们顽皮弄脏了衣裳不让出去玩 ,唉 ,那心里就别提多难受啦。还记得那时玩一种游戏要用到槐树的叶子,曾经那样熟悉可惜我竟然想不起它的味道了,如果再闻到 ,我一定会记起来,就像这花椒树的香味一样 。

 过了几年,这片空地上搬来一位我远房的老伯母。还好 ,她只造了两间小房子,大部分的空地我和小伙伴还可以去玩闹。只是这个老伯母和刘姥姥一样是个积年的老寡妇,据说从二十八岁时她的丈夫去世 ,她独自一个人将四个儿女拉扯大,是个性格倔强而孤僻的老人 。我们都有些怕她,加上课业渐紧 ,要考中学了,于是渐渐远离了那片乐土。

这位老伯母后来在空地上种了几株花椒树,我们放暑假偶尔去玩的时候常常摘了几片放在鼻子底下深深地嗅一下它的香味。花椒叶还是烧鱼去腥提鲜最好的佐料呢 。那时弟弟虽小 ,却是游泳和捉鱼的能手 ,常常能捉到别人捉不到的武昌鱼。不管捉到几只,母亲总要认真的烧好看着我们美美的吃掉。每一次,母亲都吩咐我去跟那个老伯母要几片花椒叶当佐料 ,她也都会很爽快摘一把给我……这位老伯母前几年也已过世了,那块土地被他的儿子筑了一圈围墙,记忆里童年最后的乐土终于无所寄托了 。然而每当忆起童年 ,当年月亮地里的玩闹和欢笑声却从记忆深处肆意地响起,快乐 、清脆 、无拘无束……

有一年回家,在运河防汛大堤上 ,我闻到槐花的香味,霎时,有关槐花的记忆自脑中涌现。抬眼处 ,那高大的槐树,枝枝叶叶上挂满了一嘟嘟白色的花蕾……我不曾想味道的记忆竟也如此深刻!竟是不能够被忘怀的。它酣睡在我们记忆深处的某个角落里,直到有一天重逢时把它唤醒……

 我还依稀记得童年时夏天午后的雷雨冲刷泥土的清香 ,记得外婆家大门前石臼中雨水的味道 ,记得炎热的夏天楝树黄色的籽实苦苦的味道,记得舅舅家老屋房檐上长长的冰凌带着屋顶陈年麦草的味道……可是,可是 ,我什么时候才能够与它们再重逢呢?

每到初夏时节,对岸玫红色的蔷薇蜿蜒一线如火如荼地盛开,短短几天之后 ,却将很快花谢水流 。年年花落花开,不管流年度 。

忽然想起在江南这些年从未看到过花椒树,可那花椒叶的馨香从何处而来?无从得知。也许只是我无意中记忆起童年往事时感官的错觉吧。

英译版本:

After the afternoon of the first summer, there was a touch of fragrance outside the window. It was like a friend who many people who were invisible. He suddenly met in the sea, and non-100 intentions could not be described. This is the aroma of the pepper tree, and it is a green leaf that exits fresh and charming sweet in the air. This aroma taste is in the depths of memory, and the image of all memories related to it is suddenly flashing ...

When I was young, the next door to the old house has a large air, I am going to school with my friends. After that, I went to play, the moon quietly climbed into the willow tip, pulling us a shadow of a long and messy shadow. We often sing sings in the moon: the moon walk, I will go, I will send the bridge to the bridge, the A brother is a border army, the ten miles are difficult to break up, oh ... After singing, I was rampant It is very far from being able to listen to our laughter. If you encounter a rainy day, the mother is afraid that we are naughty to stain your clothes and don't let go. Hey, you don't have more difficulties. I still remember that when I played a game with a game, I was so familiar with it. Unfortunately I couldn't think of it. If I smell, I will remember it, just like this.

After a few years, this piece of empty moved a old man in my distance. Fortunately, she only created two small houses, most of the air, I can play with my little friends. Just this old master and Liu Wei are the old aged old widow. It is said that from the age of 28, she pulled four children alone. It is a person who is stubborn and lonely old man. We are all afraid of her, coupled with the lessons, to test the middle school, so they gradually stay away from the way.

This old master later roared a few pepper trees in the air. When we took the summer vacation, he often picked a few pieces and smell its fragrance under the bottom of the nose. The pepper leaves are still the best seasoning of racing. At that time, although the younger brother was small, it was a swimming and catching fish, often could catch the Wuchang fish that others caught. Regardless of the caught, the mother has to take care of our beauty and eat. Every time, the mother told me to go with the old mother to be a few pepper leaves as a season, she will also pick it up to me ... This old mother has passed the world, and the land was The son built a wall, and the last music of the childhood in the memory finally did not have a place. However, whenever she recalls the childhood, the moon and laughterSound from the depths of memory, happiness, crisp, no buckle ...

One year, I went home in the canal, I smelled the fragrance of the blossoms, and when I was concerned about the memory of the flowers. The emerging in the brain. Looking at the eyes, the tall banyan tree, the branches are covered with a white flower bud ... I have never thinking that the memory of the taste is so deep! It is unable to be forgotten. It sleeps in a certain corner of our memory, until one day, let it wake up ...

I still remember the thunderstorm in the summer and afternoon, remember that the grandmother's house The taste of the rain in Shijie, remember that the hot summer rice tree yellow seed is bitter taste, remember that the long ice on the old house room with the taste of the roof of the grass ... But when can I be able to Do they meet again?

Every time I go to the early summer, the rose on the side of the rose is in full swing. In just a few days, it will quickly spend the water flow. The flower decline, no matter the year.

Suddenly remembered that there was never seen a pepper tree in Jiangnan, where did this sweet pepper leaves? No known. Maybe just I inadvertently remember the illusion of sensory feelings when childhood.

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