I remember the first time I remembered a smell. This was remembering to the extent that it stopped me in my tracks, taking me back to a specific moment, a specific place and a specific feeling. The smell was that of a bike shop. Mainly rubber, with notes of oil and plastic and a strong hint of sheer excitement. In that instant I was about 10 years old, in Bache Brothers Cycles at Lye Cross, near Stourbridge, in the West Midlands. My grandad was next to me, with the shop man. I was getting a bike for my birthday.
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深深呼吸一口，那微风的凉润里，分明裹着一丝丝的甜暖，像是新翻的泥土，又像是从枯寂中沁出的缕缕草腥。这气息钻进鼻孔，并不急着往肺里去，倒先在喉咙里打个转，把那淤积了一冬的药罐子似的苦涩，悄然化开了许多。只觉得五脏六腑里那些被寒气淤塞的角落，此刻都被这无形且温柔的手，轻轻地疏通了、抚平了。心头那点莫名的怅惘，也像一块方糖，被这风慢慢地耐心地摇着，化在了一杯清冽的泉水里。