行走在35摄氏度的森林中，享受着浓郁的草木气息，突然发现，个别野草莓已经红了。连忙在灌木中找寻，一会儿就是一大捧。这是今夏初尝野莓，咯吱咯吱地嚼着，就像小时候家里冰镇的酸梅汤的味道，丰厚的汁里就融进了记忆。近年来，盛夏野草莓丰收之际，我会一袋一袋的采集，回家后，清洗一下，放入冰箱，看着家人一捧一捧地吃，我便有一种老婆孩子热炕头的感觉，这时，就差一支竹节长烟杆儿了。这样的物品通过自己亲手采摘，整理，在劳动中享受，在劳动中记忆悠扬。

(I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as
he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning,
or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,
or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day--at night the party of young
fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.)