行走在35攝氏度的森林中，享受着濃郁的草木氣息，突然發現，個別野草莓已經紅了。連忙在灌木中找尋，一會兒就是一大捧。這是今夏初嘗野莓，咯吱咯吱地嚼着，就像小時候家裡冰鎮的酸梅湯的味道，豐厚的汁里就融進了記憶。近年來，盛夏野草莓豐收之際，我會一袋一袋的採集，回家後，清洗一下，放入冰箱，看着家人一捧一捧地吃，我便有一種老婆孩子熱炕頭的感覺，這時，就差一支竹節長煙杆兒了。這樣的物品通過自己親手採摘，整理，在勞動中享受，在勞動中記憶悠揚。
記憶中又飄來了我最喜愛的俄羅斯民歌之一《紅莓花兒開》：
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHUWUpcHQGY
唱着，唱着，惠特曼《草葉集》美洲的歌也加入了進來：
我聽見美洲在唱歌
我聽見美洲在唱歌，唱着各種各樣的歌。
機器匠在唱歌，唱着那愉快而強健的歌。
木匠在唱歌，一邊比量着他的木板或梁木。
泥瓦匠在唱歌，圍繞着他自己的工作。
船家喜唱着他船里所有的一切，水手在汽艇的甲板上歌唱着。
鞋匠坐在他的木凳上歌唱，帽匠歌唱着，站在那裡工作。
伐木者、犁田青年們歌唱着，
當他們每天早晨走在路上，
或於午間歇息，
或到了日落的時候。
我更聽到母親的美妙的歌，
還有那正在勞作的年輕的妻子們的，
或縫衣或洗衣的女孩子們的歌。
每個人都唱着屬於他或她自己的歌，
白晝里是勞動的歌，工作的歌，
晚間，健壯而友愛的青年們，
歡聚在一起，
放聲高唱着他們盡情而悠揚的歌。
（據以往版本改譯）
(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.)
