Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September When grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September When you were a tender and callow fellow. Try to remember, and if you remember, Then follow. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow, follow, follow. Try to remember when life was so tender That no one wept except the willow. Try to remember when life was so tender That dreams were kept beside your pillow. Try to remember when life was so tender That love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember, and if you remember, Then follow. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow, follow, follow. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow, follow, follow. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow, follow, follow, follow. Deep in December, it's nice to remember, Although you know the snow will follow. Deep in December, it's nice to remember, Without a hurt the heart is hollow. Deep in December, it's nice to remember, The fire of September that made us mellow. Deep in December, our hearts should remember And follow.
hey, you, listen, listen careful make no mistake, dont dare to think that I am your regular chick, anything I do I would be on the top list. Yeah, that's me, yeah, check it out. I run as fast as a bullet, but I could also be a scientist. So why, why you wont see me in the Olympics? Because I was too damn good at academics! Dont tell me my singing is angelic. I could also rock it like the most craziest. Oh, baby, baby, let's just drop all the bullsh*t! Please just give me some more pig feet, That's the only medication for my home sick, I am not ashamed to tell you that I am a hopeless addict. Pig feet, addict, pig feet, addict……
Try To Remember (秋水天长演唱）
Try to Remember
Music: Harvey Schmidt
Lyrics: Tom Jones
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.
美食和人生杂谈
每个人心中都有那么几首特别的歌，歌声能勾起特别的记忆，关于特别的人，特别的时间，或特别的地方。
美食也一样。每个人心中都有那么几种特别的食物，因为特别的人，特别的事儿，本来平凡的食物不再平凡，而成为人生难以分割的一部分。
如果你问秋水，她的特别食物是什么，她会毫不犹豫认真地告诉你，猪蹄儿。别笑，真事儿！读她雅致的文字，听她清新的歌声，你会以为她的特别食物要是来自红楼梦里的食谱还差不多。
她亲诉的故事是这样的……记得那是一个冬天的早晨，推开房门，外面已下了一尺多深的大雪。妈妈说：“今天没有卖菜的，你中午就将就一下，带些昨晚剩菜吧”。那时还没有冰箱，家家都是每天早晨买菜。天刚蒙蒙亮，厚厚的雪，深一脚、浅一脚的，可怜的小人儿，背着沉甸甸的书包上路了。（饭盒是轻飘飘的—编者注）
同学们大都是从家里带饭，然后放到学校食堂里，中午吃饭时再把蒸热的饭盒取回来。午饭我打开了饭盒，奇怪！怎么会有一只红烧猪蹄？看起来晶莹剔透、肥而不腻的样子，香味扑鼻而来，实在是太诱人了！可不对呀，我早晨明明没有带呀！可这又的确是我的饭盒呀！想了又想，不行，还是不能吃，说不定有毒，还是扔掉吧。
于是秋水大义凛然地把那外表诱人，但来路不明的猪蹄果断地扔掉了。绝不能让坏人毒害祖国接班人的诡计得逞！ 你不能不赞叹祖国当年的教育，小朋友都有这么高的警惕性。那些敌对势力你们就尽早死了心吧！
回到家，秋爸脸上带着得意的笑容问：“猪蹄儿好吃吗？“秋水一脸惊诧，怎么可能？学校老师说一上午公车都停了，这么大的雪，学校那么远，再说爸爸又怎么能从食堂里几百个相似的饭盒里找到自己的饭盒？
“哇”的一声，秋水脸上的泪珠止不住地流下了。困惑，委屈，感动，也心疼父亲。透过朦胧的泪眼，秋水仿佛看到风雪交加的路上父亲顶着风吃力地骑着自行车摔倒，爬起……
从此，猪蹄儿对于秋水就有了特别的意义。不只是为那筋道的特别口感，那份厚重的父爱永远和猪蹄联系在一起，永远也回味不够。
亲情，友情，爱情，还有生活中很多美好的事物，秋水那根紧绷的阶级斗争弦渐渐软化了，今天我们能听到如空谷清泉般美好的声音。作为秋粉，我们不要忘记那猪蹄儿的功劳。大家应不难理解为什么囚犯俱乐部的徽标是交叉两个肥胖的猪蹄了。(囚犯是秋饭的昵称—编者注）
设想一下，完全可能有一个一身戎装，腰扎皮带，铿锵有力地唱着“雄赳赳，气昂昂”的秋水！让人也想起一身正气的江水英了！
如果那样，还不如另一个极端呢：紧身黑皮裤，粉色的电吉他，长发漂白，两臂一边纹着中国长龙，另一边玫瑰花，巨大的耳环，浓烈的面妆。一阵狂野的吉他solo，头发猛的往后一甩：
hey, you, listen,
listen careful make no mistake,
dont dare to think that I am your regular chick,
anything I do I would be on the top list.
Yeah, that's me, yeah, check it out.
I run as fast as a bullet,
but I could also be a scientist.
So why, why you wont see me in the Olympics?
Because I was too damn good at academics!
Dont tell me my singing is angelic.
I could also rock it like the most craziest.
Oh, baby, baby, let's just drop all the bullsh*t!
Please just give me some more pig feet,
That's the only medication for my home sick,
I am not ashamed to tell you that I am a hopeless addict.
Pig feet, addict, pig feet, addict……
对于我，这个特别的食物是芋头，远不如红烧猪蹄那么高雅浪漫。
其实，我并不记得上大学前曾见过芋头。据母亲讲，我两岁时曾从东北到山东的外婆家。每天早晨外公会把刚煮好的芋头放到我的枕头底下，我一醒来就喜欢吃那还温热的芋头。
我再见到外公是上大学以后了，也渐渐知道了更多外公的故事。
外公的父亲在京城做厨师，应该还算很成功吧，给家里置了些田地自给自足，房子也修得很体面，村里很多人都很羡慕。解放后，房子和地一下子就被分掉了，藏起来的钱也在外公被吊在房梁上毒打之后交代出来。从此，尽管地主富农还不够格，但也几乎是同样的待遇了。家里一贫如洗，孩子无钱上学，也备受歧视。我的舅舅想参军也因成分被拒。年轻无知的舅舅，有好多年把怨恨发在父母身上，认为是他们带给他不幸。
这一次，外公没有为我煮芋头，他特意找海上打鱼的朋友买来特别的鱼蟹招待我们。能感到他心里特别高兴。很遗憾没有更多的机会和他在一起，能听他亲口讲讲过去的故事。希望天堂没有不公，没有苦难。
现在每当在超市看到芋头，我都能想起我的外公，会特意买一些。我仿佛能看到外公用慈爱的目光，看着熟睡年幼的我。也能记起他藏在眼睛背后淡淡的忧伤……
当然食物能激起的感情有时可能更复杂些。
当年和太太谈恋爱时不知因何事吵架。大概是为表示歉意吧，我上街买了当时最贵最稀少的水果，芒果。结果她更生气了！为什么买这么巨贵的水果？和我同龄的人应该记得芒果曾是多么特殊吧？因为伟大领袖，芒果曾像圣物一样无处不再。宣传画上有，芒果牌的各类商品，包括香烟都有，同时又很少人见识过真的芒果。那时候能吃到的唯一的热带水果是香蕉，也是当时最贵的水果。
想不到在女朋友这里芒果竟然没有任何魔力。后来我才知道自己最不喜欢的月饼竟是她的最爱。因为对月饼的热爱，或许她觉得我将来不会和她争抢月饼算是个巨大优点，其他缺点可以忽略了，于是两个人继续走了下去。
至今，太太对月饼仍然钟情，尽管不敢多吃，对芒果仍不以为然。但香蕉芒果我都喜欢，太太说我或许是在弥补童年的缺憾。但也可能我的前世是个热带雨林里的猴子呢！
我喜欢的另外一种热带水果是椰子。当我在东北深山老林里长大，只能通过文字了解外面的世界时，大概是在小人书上看到热带海滨的小孩子会设法爬上椰树采椰子，我当时羡慕不已。东北山林里的树爬上去啥也没有，顶多是掏个鸟窝。山核桃树有果也不需爬，时候到了果实自己就掉落下来，实在无趣。
到了美国，曾买来椰子，电钻斧砸，费力搞开，可喝起来味道没感到怎么特别。最近才在笑坛读到坚硬的椰子也有柔弱之处，不用敲开轻松就能喝到汁。当年真是白费了不少力气。
尽管砸椰子喝汁儿不再那么有吸引力，我还是喜欢一切有椰味的食品。无论是冰淇淋，点心，还是菜馆里的菜肴……
你心中的特别食物是什么呢？
什么是你Try to remember的美好事物呢？
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和娓娓道来的亲情与人生中迷失，就这样和渴望已久的沙发失之交臂。
俺再努力！
这首歌是俺记忆中听到的第一首E歌！演绎得非常优美！谢谢啦！
follow follow follow…
师傅喜欢我翻唱的这首歌，还把这歌用在师傅的文章里是我的荣幸！可万万没有想到师傅把我的故事也写进去了：）
师傅文字功力了得，我啰里啰嗦的小文给你这么一提炼，一渲染，升华了都：）看的我也是眼睛温热，热泪盈眶~~~
师傅外公的芋头清香，给太太买的芒果蜜甜，费力喝到的椰汁甘美，那些美好的人和事，历久弥新，回味无穷。。。
猪脚也能写进歌里？一定要找来听听：）对了，师傅喜欢芋头，又喜欢椰汁，推荐一款夏日甜品香芋椰奶西米露，香甜软糯，唇齿留香：）喜欢芒果，推荐杨枝甘露，也就是芒果椰奶西米露。哎呀，我就一大吃货，哈哈。
感谢师傅美文分享，令人心升暖意，今天100多度呐！：）祝师傅周末愉快！^o^
说，你怎么跟秋水套的近乎？
实话。
我怕的就是昏哥在偷偷寻找捷径
说实话吧，仅有红烧猪蹄是不够的，但是个好的开始
真切掏心细腻文字，真是享受！！
是的，就是那种小芋头。
这下我知道请你们的客吃什么了，毫无压力
幸好不是什么松露鱼子之类的。