椰城椰娘 | The Coconut Seller of Haikou
"海口骑楼老街上，一位丰满的海南女子用新鲜的椰子和热带的热情迎接游客... On Haikou's arcade old street, a curvaceous Hainanese woman welcomes tourists with fresh coconuts and tropical passion..."
椰城椰娘 | The Coconut Seller of Haikou
第一章 | Chapter One: 骑楼老街 (The Arcade Old Street)
海口被称为"椰城"，街边椰树成行。
Haikou is called "Coconut City," with rows of coconut palms lining the streets.
骑楼老街上的椰子摊由符椰花经营，四十五岁，身材丰满，皮肤被热带阳光晒成健康的蜜色。
The coconut stall on the arcade old street was run by Fu Yehua, forty-five, with a full figure, skin bronzed to a healthy honey color by the tropical sun.
"海南的椰子最甜，" 她常说，"因为吸收了阳光和海风。"
"Hainan's coconuts are the sweetest," she often said, "because they absorb sunlight and sea breeze."
第二章 | Chapter Two: 北方来客 (A Northern Visitor)
那年冬天，一位东北来的退休教师来海南过冬。
That winter, a retired teacher from the Northeast came to Hainan to escape the cold.
"老板娘，" 他喝着新鲜的椰子水，"这椰子太甜了，和我们那边不一样。"
"Boss lady," he drank fresh coconut water, "this coconut is so sweet, different from back home."
椰花笑着又开了一个椰子，丰满的臂膀有力而优雅。
Yehua laughed and opened another coconut, her full arms powerful yet graceful.
"北方太冷，" 她说，"你应该留下来。这里暖和。"
"The North is too cold," she said. "You should stay. It's warm here."
她的眼神比热带的阳光还要热情。
Her gaze was warmer than the tropical sun.
第三章 | Chapter Three: 椰林深处 (Deep in the Coconut Grove)
"想看真正的椰林吗？" 那天，她邀请他去她家的椰子园。
"Want to see a real coconut grove?" That day, she invited him to her family's coconut plantation.
椰林遮天蔽日，海风习习。
The coconut grove blocked out the sky, sea breezes blowing.
"这片椰林是我外婆留下的，" 她说，丰腴的身影在椰树下格外动人，"我守了半辈子。"
"My grandmother left me this coconut grove," she said, her full figure especially moving beneath the palms. "I've guarded it half my life."
"一个人？"
"Alone?"
"是的，" 她低下头，"丈夫走得早。"
"Yes," she lowered her head. "My husband left early."
他走近她，将她拥入怀中。椰树的阴影里，他们找到了彼此的温暖。
He approached and embraced her. In the shade of coconut palms, they found warmth in each other.
第四章 | Chapter Four: 候鸟归巢 (Migratory Bird Nesting)
"我想留在海南，" 他说，"做一只'候鸟'。"
"I want to stay in Hainan," he said, "to be a 'migratory bird.'"
椰花正在摘椰子，丰满的身影在阳光下格外健康。
Yehua was picking coconuts, her full figure especially healthy in the sunlight.
"候鸟是会飞走的，" 她说。
"Migratory birds fly away," she said.
"但如果找到了巢，" 他接过她摘下的椰子，"就再也不走了。"
"But if they find a nest," he took the coconut she'd picked, "they never leave again."
她笑了，笑声如同海风中的椰叶沙沙作响："那我的椰林，就是你的巢。"
She laughed, her laughter rustling like coconut leaves in the sea breeze: "Then my coconut grove is your nest."
在海口的椰林里，有些甜蜜比椰汁更清甜...
In Haikou's coconut groves, some sweetness is fresher than coconut water...