望着书桌上那一盘柿子,我的眼前似乎弥漫了一片热闹的红,红得醉人,红得朦胧,似雾般近在眼前,却又远在天边。去年十月随父母回乡下,因为离得近,也为了能嗅一嗅泥土的气息,我们便选择了步行。沿着田埂走了几里地之后,终于看到了村口那棵柿子树,稀稀落落地挂着几个“红灯笼”。它好似一直在远远地眺望,等待着我们的归来。走近一看才发现,大部分柿子早已坠落在地,腐烂或被别人踩烂。 Looking at the persimmon on the desk, my eyes seemed filled with a lively red, red intoxicating, red hazy, fog-like in sight, but far away. In October last year, with my parents back home, because we are close, but also in order to sniff the smell of earth, we chose to walk. After walking a few miles along the ridge, finally saw the persimmon tree in the village entrance, sparsely hung a few “red lantern ”. It looks as if it has been afar, waiting for our return. Closer look saw only found that most of the persimmon has long crashed into the ground, rot or be trampled by others.