午夜里突然下雪了。这是1967年的深秋。雪是偷偷摸摸落下的,爸爸用麦秸盖住的柿子秧下的四个西红柿还没摘下来。爸爸等着霜降,并没准备等待大雪。我还躲在被窝里,就听见爸爸推开房门喊叫起来:“下雪了,我的柿子……”爸爸抢救回四个西红柿。那是四个青柿子。绝对的四个青青勃发的青皮。都青着脸,冷眼看着窗外的飘雪世界。但是细看它们,在青青的绿皮下,泛着红丝,像初阳还藏在云雾里睡着。 Suddenly snow in midnight. This is late autumn 1967. Snow is sneaking down, my father covered with wheat straw persimmon seedlings under the four tomatoes have not picked off. Dad waits for the drop, and is not ready to wait for the snow. I also hide in the bed, I heard my father shouted open the door up: “snow, my persimmon ... ” Dad salvaged four tomatoes. That is four green persimmons. The absolute four blue-green skin. All green face, looking out the window of the snow world. But look at them, in the green under the skin, glowing red silk, like the early sun still hidden in the clouds asleep.