" loquat is warm "
《枇杷暖》
In June, monsoon.
六月，雨季。
The day has trifling shade to sink, rain washs rice drop of the sound of rain waves falling, 0 broken broken beat road surface. When father risks rain to come back, carrying a bag of damp loquat.
天有些许阴沉，雨淅淅沥沥飘落着，零零碎碎敲打路面。父亲冒雨回来时，提着一袋湿漉漉的枇杷。
I stretch my hand caught two, a glistening big, naked puts filar silk on the ice, can induce an appetite very much. But laborious decorticate eat below, moisture is quite much how is sweet not at all, your National People's Congress breaks place to look. Ate to did not want to eat. “ or the loquat that do not have grandma home are sweet! ” I can't help sighing with emotion, father offers: Do otherwise we go to “ on the weekend grandma home? I nod ” gently, deliver the view to the window outside, drizzle is hazy in, I as if saw that one loquat is cultivated. What loquat tree is born is brawny and short, palm is Brown truncal on wrong fall everywhere eye, on projecting limb circle v/LIT all over the ground overgrow returns leaf of big grey green ellipse than the palm closely, only foremost head is pointed. Look logy, do not talk to go up really beautiful.
我伸手抓了两个，黄澄澄的一大个，光溜溜冰丝丝的，很能勾起胃口。可费劲剥皮吃下，水分挺多奈何一点也不甜，令人大失所望。吃了一个便不想吃了。“还是没有奶奶家的枇杷甜啊！”我不由得感慨一句，父亲提议道：“不然我们周末去奶奶家吧？”我轻轻点头，将目光投向窗外，细雨朦胧中，我仿佛看见了那一棵枇杷树。枇杷树生的粗壮矮小，棕褐色的树干上有错落各处的眼，伸出的枝干上密匝匝的长满比手掌还大的灰绿椭圆叶子，只有最前头是尖的。看起来呆呆的，实在谈不上美。来源 wwW.ZUowEnbA.nET
When waiting for us to come, the grandma is working below loquat tree, saw me very jubilate, the hits next high with bamboo pole fruit of smilingly, handed I. “ eats quickly, but sweet. ” grandma urges with the mood of praise I. Really such, thin the peel that is like paper is lifted, show the pulp with yellow orange color, bite, juice spills over, fragrance is diffuse. I couldn't help tasting a few more, do not feel again satisfy a craving, sit in the prattle below the tree to eat with the grandma simply if really.
待我们到来时，奶奶正在在枇杷树下忙活，见了我十分欢喜，笑眯眯的用竹竿打下高处的果子，递给了我。“快吃吧，可甜了。”奶奶以夸赞的语气催促我。确实如此，薄如纸的果皮一掀开，就露出橙黄的果肉，咬一口，便汁水溢出，香味散开。我忍不住多尝了几个，又觉得不过瘾，索性和奶奶坐在树下闲聊吃果。
Gentle breeze continuously, blow filar silk satisfied, I ask a grandma: “ grandma, the eagle that you consider as the sky is good, is the leopard that goes up still good? ” grandma says: “ eagle ah leopard ah Dou Ting is good, nevertheless I feel or loquat tree is best. ” frontier says frontier fortress gives me a loquat that carrying water. I listened to feel interesting, amuse a grandma jokingly then: “ of all ages people always is month of the eulogy plum, bamboo that chant, assist, I still do not have those who had listened to boast loquat! ” grandma is placed place a hand, the explanation says you see “ this loquat tree, since grow after falling, will more than 20 years had not been moved, fresh gale blows big drench, return nearly to be cut down, it still is born in this. And, when you want to eat its fruit, take bamboo pole to knock knock go. Although it grows uglily, but the fruit that it writtens guarantee is sweet, the flower that it opens is sweet! ” I not language, just hang down the hand picks up a leaf of a loquat, fine fine look up and down rise, it is not beautiful really, but only also it just can hang the fruit that gets heavy of this one tree, stand still silently in this more than 20 years, enjoy for the person. This tree station is here, the setting sun come down in torrents of setting sun is on the tree, mottled tree shows trace of ramshackle of quarter east wind personally, aged flourishing however. Below dusk the setting sun, smoke from kitchen chimneys waves in the wind rise, the form that child child comes home is pulled very longly, the sound of news broadcast is passed from a few other peoples. Loquat tree naturally is blended in hereat, adorn hereat, form even hereat.
微风缕缕，吹来丝丝惬意，我问奶奶：“奶奶，你认为是天上的鹰好，还是地上的豹好？”奶奶说：“鹰啊豹啊都挺好，不过我觉得还是枇杷树最好了。”边说边塞给我一个带着雨水的枇杷。我听了觉得有趣，于是打趣逗奶奶：“古往今来人们总是颂梅、咏竹、赞月，我还没听过夸枇杷的呢！”奶奶摆摆手，解释说“你看这枇杷树，自从栽下后，二十多年来都没动过，大风刮大雨淋，还险些被人砍倒，它依然生在这。而且，你想吃它的果子时，拿竹竿敲敲就行啦。它虽然长得丑，可它结的果甜，它开的花香的很呢！”我不语，只是垂手拾起一片枇杷叶，细细端详起来，它的确不美，但也仅有它才能挂得住这一树沉甸甸的果实，沉默地伫立在此二十余年，供人享用。这树站在这里，落日的斜阳倾泻在树上，斑驳树身上映刻着东风摇晃的痕迹，苍老却繁华。暮色夕阳下，有炊烟袅袅升起，孩童回家的身影被拉得很长，新闻联播的声音从几户人家里传出来。枇杷树自然地融入于此，点缀于此，甚至构成于此。
Think better of thinks, wintersweet although beautiful, cannot catch smoke internal heat like that. Natural disposition loftily, in color of stand erect snow, be like classics year Gu Hua, cultivate as loquat however kind kind. Be, loquat cultivates him plain she smiles, but it also is the truest color, it is the warmest quality, he is a better, explain value with the action, tell human truth. Wind rises, loquat leaf rustle sways, sweep past my heart door, sow loquat seed in my heart, sent shoot slowly, grew a page, opened a flower. Try slowly go from far, amazed ground discovers, optional conceal is in loquat fruit the leaf is unoccupied place, show nifty figure, if starlight distants and out of sight, seem to have the light of one tree again, give bundle of Shu Nuanguang fully, will all around those who illuminate is some more Anacreontic, some lucidder.
转念一想，梅花虽佳，然无法染上烟火气。生性傲然，屹立雪色中，一如经年的古画，却不如枇杷树般亲切。是啊，枇杷树他质朴她微笑，但它也是最真实的颜色，是最暖的色，他是一位长者，用行动诠释价值，告诉人道理。风起，枇杷叶沙沙摇曳，掠开我的心门，将枇杷种子播在我心里，慢慢发了芽，长了叶，开了花。试着缓缓从远处走来，惊奇地发现，枇杷果子随意藏匿在叶隙间，露出俏皮的身影，如星光杳杳，又好像有一树的灯，透出束束暖光，将四周照的明朗了些，透彻了些。
Rain still is in wash rice wash rice below, but had loquat tree, this days won't end in a flurry, it is invariable, warm world; Blossom in the flower wither, establish one part of a historical period in, brewing the life, unripe unripe eternal.
雨仍在淅淅下，但是有了枇杷树，这时光就不会仓皇落幕，它一成不变的，温暖人间；在花开花谢，一树一叶里，酝酿着生活，生生不灭。(文/许越)