太阳的味道

类别：成长

作者模仿母亲晒被子，在熟悉的阳光香气中找回了童年的安心与温暖。

时长 53 秒 · 语速 162 wpm

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My mother never trusted the dryer. 我妈从不信烘干机那玩意儿。

On sunny mornings, she carried the blankets up to the roof 只要是大晴天的早上，她就会把毯子抱到楼顶，

and hung them over a line. 搭在晾衣绳上。

Then she hit them with a bamboo stick, 然后拿根竹竿使劲抽打，

hard, and the dust flew out like smoke. 灰尘就跟烟一样直往外冒。

"The sun cleans better than any machine," she said. “太阳晒的比啥机器都干净，”她说。

I thought it was old-fashioned. 我当时觉得她太老土了，

A lot of work for nothing. 纯粹是瞎折腾。

Last Saturday was bright and windy. 上周六天气晴朗，风也挺大。

I don't know why, 不知道为什么，

but I took my blanket out to the balcony 我也把毯子抱到了阳台上，

and left it there all day. 晒了一整天。

That night, I got into bed and pulled it over my face. 那天晚上，我钻进被窝，把毯子拉过头顶。

And there it was. 就是那个感觉。

Warm, dry, a little like bread. 暖烘烘的，干干爽爽，还有点像面包的香气。

A smell with no name. 一种说不上名字的味道。

It smelled like being seven years old, 闻起来就像是回到了七岁那年，

at the end of a long day outside, 在外面疯玩了一整天，

with nothing to worry about. 心里什么烦恼也没有。

I slept nine hours. 那一觉我睡了整整九个小时。

My mother was right about the sun. 晒太阳这事儿，我妈说得真没错。