很多时候,大人才是真正的小孩。在面具背后,常常隐藏着茫然、惶惑与疲惫。当那只离你最近的小手,蓦然掀开面具时,阳光流过脸颊,汩汩有声,眉目温存。亲爱的小孩,今天你有没有哭?出了幼儿园,我牵着女儿,一路沉默。她吱吱喳喳,讲着今天的新鲜事。说到吃午餐有个小朋友将头埋在饭碗里睡着时,女儿笑倒在我身上。我应付着嘿嘿几声,孩子仰起头:你不开心吧?我微微一愣,立即否认。她凝视着我:“可是,你的手在生气,脚在生气,声音也在生气……” Many times, adults are real children. Behind the mask, often hidden at a loss, bewilderment and fatigue. When the little hand from you nearest, suddenly opened the mask, the sun flows through his cheeks, sobbing sound, looking gentle. Dear child, did you cry today? Kindergarten, I took my daughter, silent all the way. She is chirping about what’s new today. When it comes to eating lunch there is a kid buried in his bowl asleep, his daughter laughed at me. I should deal with hey a few times, the child looked up: you are not happy? I am a little surprised a moment, immediately denied. She stared at me: “But your hand is angry, your feet are angry, the voice is angry ... ”