少年时岁月如烟云远逝,那时常看父亲坐在桌前写信,写好后,封进自己糊的信封里,信封上已字迹宛然。我的任务就是拿着信,去买邮票贴上,然后送到大队,等邮递员来取。乡下的小卖店里,卖那个年代最常见的长城邮票,蓝色的画面,八分钱的面值。有时心里很觉得神奇,一张小小的邮票,就能把一纸话语送到千万里外。家里也时常收到外地亲属的信件,当大喇叭 Years as a teenager when the cloud goes away, often see my father sitting at the desk to write a letter, written, sealed in his paste of the envelope, the envelope has been written Wanran. My task is to take the letter, to buy stamps affixed, and then sent to the brigade, and other postman to take. The country’s small store, selling the most common Great Wall stamps that era, the blue screen, eight cents par. Sometimes my heart is very magical, a small stamp, you can send a piece of paper to thousands of miles away. At home, I often receive letters from relatives in the field when the big speaker