记忆是断了线的珠子,潜藏在脑海深处的某个角落。有时,走在北京街头,我会猛地止步。那气味,那声音,那色彩,直达我的记忆深处,故乡的一片拼图再次归位。其实,对于我们这种北漂家庭的孩子来说,故乡是无所谓有也无所谓无的。天高路远,时间淡化了本就不多的记忆。然而在记忆深处,有些细节却格外清晰。糯米粑粑清幽甜腻的淡香,在我看来,这就是云南,这就是故乡。晶莹的糯米被严严实实地紧紧裹在碧绿的粽叶里, Memory is a broken line of beads, hidden in the depths of a corner of my mind. Sometimes, walking in the streets of Beijing, I will suddenly stop. That smell, the sound, the color, the depths of my memory, a piece of hometown puzzle again homing. In fact, for our children like this family of North Drift, hometown does not matter or does not matter. Heaven and high way far, time to dilute the not much memory. However, in memory, some details are particularly clear. Glutinous rice 粑 粑 quiet sweet and light, in my opinion, this is Yunnan, this is the hometown. Crystal glutinous rice is strictly tightly wrapped in the green leaves of the dumplings,