薯莨,香云纱野草丛里,蹿跃出一枝薯莨藤。老绿苍黑的,在大野里粗野生长。长椭的叶子,穗子一样的花序。雨点打在茎叶上,分外地不诗意,飒飒剥剥的,杂乱成一团。披蓑衣的人走过来,掘开湿土,刨出外皮焦褐的块茎来。雨水敲打着结实浑圆的薯莨,粗糙,瘤状突起,缩满褶皱,似乎是埋藏了千年的锈铁疙瘩,连一丝亲切感都没有,很难看。切开,暗红的剖面,硬拽拽的,隐隐飘来 Dioscorea, incense cloud grass weeds, jump out of a branch of vine scorpion vine. Old dark green, wild in the wild growth. Leaves oblong, panicles same. Rain hit the stems and leaves, exceptionally not poetic, rustling stripped, messy into a ball. Phi Xuan Yi people came over, dig open the wet soil, dig out the skin coke tubers. The rain beat hard and crisp real buttercup, rough, knobby, full of folds, seems to be buried a thousand years of rust iron pimple, even a trace of intimacy are not, it is ugly. Cut, dark red profile, hard drag, faintly floated