我生活长大在一个闷热的城市，狭窄，拥堵，路上都是雨后的烂叶烂泥，三两只非洲巨蜗埋头啃食被踩烂的同类。积水引来垃圾和油污，又滋生出了大量的蚊子。更漫长的雨，化作了池塘，从池塘里捞起过许多蝌蚪，放在那种养金鱼的塑料方盒里，等它们变成青蛙。一天天看着，直到它们变成了蛤蟆。春天就是这样的味道。
I grew up in a sweltering city, cramped and congested, where the roads were littered with
decaying leaves and mud after the rain. A few African giant snails were buried, gnawing on their trampled brethren. The standing water attracted garbage and oil stains, breeding a multitude of mosq
uitoes. The more prolonged rains turned into ponds, from which I fished out many tadpoles and placed them in plastic boxes designed for goldfish, waiting for them to transform into frogs. Day by day, I watched as they grew until they became toads. Such is the scent of spring.
decaying leaves and mud after the rain. A few African giant snails were buried, gnawing on their trampled brethren. The standing water attracted garbage and oil stains, breeding a multitude of mosq
uitoes. The more prolonged rains turned into ponds, from which I fished out many tadpoles and placed them in plastic boxes designed for goldfish, waiting for them to transform into frogs. Day by day, I watched as they grew until they became toads. Such is the scent of spring.