《种春风》阅读那天正好是立春。我拿着几张稿费单去邮局,心情很好。邮局里人不多,我前面是个小伙子,正在给家里寄钱。后面是一个70岁左右的老人,戴副老花镜,穿着破烂又邋遢。他肯定是来取子女们的汇款的。他手中还拿着一张报纸,我扫了一眼,是《河北农民报》,我从来没读过的一份报纸。老人的外套油渍斑斑,我不由得站远了一些,以免蹭脏自己新买的“宝姿”风衣。我正戴着MP3耳机听歌呢,老人忽然伸出手来,我忙摘下耳机。他说:“姑娘,麻烦你帮我取张汇款单。”我拿了一张给他,他又说:“姑娘,你能帮我写一下吗?人老了,戴上老花镜也怕写错。”我有点儿无可奈何,但看他恳请,也只好从命。“寄到哪里?”我问。“就照这报纸上印的地址寄吧。”他指着巴掌大的一 “Kind of spring” reading that day is just beginning of spring. I took a few bills to the post office, feeling good. Small number of people in the post office, in front of me is a young man, is sending money to the home. Behind is a 70-year-old man, wearing reading glasses, wearing tattered and stupid. He must come to take their children's remittances. He also held a newspaper in his hand, and I glanced at it, a newspaper I had never read before. Oil stains the elderly coat, I can not help but stand a bit far, so as not to rub their own newly bought “Ports ” windbreaker. I am wearing MP3 headphones to listen to it, the old man suddenly reached out, I busy off the headset. He said: “Girl, please help me to get a remittance slip.” “I took a piece for him and said:” Girl, can you help me to write about it? Also afraid to write wrong. “I am a bit helpless, but to see him implore, but also from life. ”Where to send? “ I asked. ”Just send it at the address printed on this newspaper. " He pointed to the big one