Summer vacation of the campus, no one, flowers are all down, feel everywhere is green shade. Hiding in the shade of the cicada, hissing and loud calls, more and more empty silence. Summer afternoon, just a lazy sleepy, like a flower season, bustling to do, the rest of the memory is not sure, the rest of the dream, the rest of the dream soul. I walked to the depth of the campus, as if to go to the border of trance, go to the end of the dream. The heart hesitates, do not know the end of the dream, is not awake. Many hard heart-shaped shells fell from the ground. The shells were thick, dark ochre, and covered with thick, strong fibers. The heart is hollow and concave inside. It feels like human skin with delicate folds. The shape is like a safe and sealed castle, like the inside of a hard shell, also like a female animal's womb, the shape looks so gentle and prudent, can bear the birth of the fetus, can tolerate the care of the growth of young life. On both sides of the road were the same species of trees, four or five meters high, with large leaves that spread out like the palms of their hands, forming a dense shade. I searched in the depths of the trees, and sure enough there was a great fruit hidden inside. The fruit was five on a stalk, each about the size of a peach, pointed upward. Because the green of the fruit is similar to the leaves, it is not easy to detect if you do not look carefully. Along one road, the ground was covered with the hard shells of fruits. I picked up a lot and held it in my hand. Those who passed by asked, "What kind of fruit is this?" A kid on a bicycle said, "ping-pong." Without waiting for me to ask, he rode his bike and ran away. I didn't know what the word "ping-pong" was, but I kept walking and discovered that these chunky hearts were the outer pods of seeds. The outer pod ripens and cracks open, and inside there are many dark seeds, the size of peanut kernels, which are scattered one by one from the height. I picked a few, rub the black skin, inside is a beige kernel, color texture shape like peanuts. A little want to put it in the mouth to taste, afraid of poison, or dare not try. I hold a pile of heart-shaped pods, heard a particularly long and high cicadas, looked up to find, did not see the cicadas, but found that there is a little fear in the green shade of the purpose of bright red, a close look just know that it is mature fruit pods. When the fruit ripened, it turned from green to a startling red, as if such a full blood color could announce the birth of new life. There was already a crack in the fruit the size of a peach, the same crack a peach can break open, and when the fruit was ripe and bright red, the crack burst open, and a whole peach opened into an upside-down heart, scattering the seed. When the seeds were done, the brilliant red of the pods faded to a dark ochre, and from wet to dry, they soon fell when the wind blew. Some people walk by, see my arms full of fruit pods, smiled and said: "seeds can be eaten, some of the street to buy." "Is it? I immediately asked, "What is this fruit?" "The apple." The man also picked up a bunch of pods and added, "Apple's apple, grandma's mother." Is "ping pong" by the kid on the bike "Apple"? I was a little puzzled. I had seen the Song Dynasty's famous meticulous leaflet "Apple Mountain Bird" in the museum. The "apple" in the painting was a kind of apple-like and slightly smaller fruit, completely different from the fruit pod in front of me. Not giving up, I asked another passerby. She said, "This is a palmate-leaf apple. Look at the leaves on the tree, aren't they all like palms? But the local dialect is called 'ping pong'." I thought: maybe because the pronunciation is similar, and there is a word "apple", it is convenient to transfer the use. I hold the tough fruit pod in my palm like a heart. The shape was so perfect, it was like my first memory of being in my mother's womb, curled up in a soft, discreet space, not yet seeing, not yet hearing, but so sheltered, knowing that I had myself between heaven and earth.

Summer vacation of the campus, no one, flowers are all down, feel everywhere is green shade. Hiding in the shade of the cicada, hissing and loud calls, more and more empty silence. Summer afternoon, just a lazy sleepy, like a flower season, bustling to do, the rest of the memory is not sure, the rest of the dream, the rest of the dream soul. I walked to the depth of the campus, as if to go to the border of trance, go to the end of the dream. The heart hesitates, do not know the end of the dream, is not awake. Many hard heart-shaped shells fell from the ground. The shells were thick, dark ochre, and covered with thick, strong fibers. The heart is hollow and concave inside. It feels like human skin with delicate folds. The shape is like a safe and sealed castle, like the inside of a hard shell, also like a female animal's womb, the shape looks so gentle and prudent, can bear the birth of the fetus, can tolerate the care of the growth of young life. On both sides of the road were the same species of trees, four or five meters high, with large leaves that spread out like the palms of their hands, forming a dense shade. I searched in the depths of the trees, and sure enough there was a great fruit hidden inside. The fruit was five on a stalk, each about the size of a peach, pointed upward. Because the green of the fruit is similar to the leaves, it is not easy to detect if you do not look carefully. Along one road, the ground was covered with the hard shells of fruits. I picked up a lot and held it in my hand. Those who passed by asked, "What kind of fruit is this?" A kid on a bicycle said, "ping-pong." Without waiting for me to ask, he rode his bike and ran away. I didn't know what the word "ping-pong" was, but I kept walking and discovered that these chunky hearts were the outer pods of seeds. The outer pod ripens and cracks open, and inside there are many dark seeds, the size of peanut kernels, which are scattered one by one from the height. I picked a few, rub the black skin, inside is a beige kernel, color texture shape like peanuts. A little want to put it in the mouth to taste, afraid of poison, or dare not try. I hold a pile of heart-shaped pods, heard a particularly long and high cicadas, looked up to find, did not see the cicadas, but found that there is a little fear in the green shade of the purpose of bright red, a close look just know that it is mature fruit pods. When the fruit ripened, it turned from green to a startling red, as if such a full blood color could announce the birth of new life. There was already a crack in the fruit the size of a peach, the same crack a peach can break open, and when the fruit was ripe and bright red, the crack burst open, and a whole peach opened into an upside-down heart, scattering the seed. When the seeds were done, the brilliant red of the pods faded to a dark ochre, and from wet to dry, they soon fell when the wind blew. Some people walk by, see my arms full of fruit pods, smiled and said: "seeds can be eaten, some of the street to buy." "Is it? I immediately asked, "What is this fruit?" "The apple." The man also picked up a bunch of pods and added, "Apple's apple, grandma's mother." Is "ping pong" by the kid on the bike "Apple"? I was a little puzzled. I had seen the Song Dynasty's famous meticulous leaflet "Apple Mountain Bird" in the museum. The "apple" in the painting was a kind of apple-like and slightly smaller fruit, completely different from the fruit pod in front of me. Not giving up, I asked another passerby. She said, "This is a palmate-leaf apple. Look at the leaves on the tree, aren't they all like palms? But the local dialect is called 'ping pong'." I thought: maybe because the pronunciation is similar, and there is a word "apple", it is convenient to transfer the use. I hold the tough fruit pod in my palm like a heart. The shape was so perfect, it was like my first memory of being in my mother's womb, curled up in a soft, discreet space, not yet seeing, not yet hearing, but so sheltered, knowing that I had myself between heaven and earth.