儿子来到人世正是秋凉十月,瘦小如猫的他裹在襁褓里,抱在手上轻飘飘,仿佛只是抱着一个小布捆,简真感觉不到份量。看着儿子的小脸,闻着他身上的肉香,心里却是无比温馨、幸福,同时感到父亲这个词的神圣和份量的沉重。在襁褓上拍着、抚着,我想:用襁褓裹婴儿真是个好法子,既不会冷着他,又方便抱他,要不是裹在襁褓里,柔弱无骨的孩子,怎么能抱啊! His son came to the world is autumn and cool October, thin as a cat he was wrapped in grubby, holding hands floating, as if just holding a small bundle, simply do not feel the weight. Looked at his son’s little face, smell the meat of his body, but my heart is very warm and happy, at the same time feel the word sacred father and heavy weight. Pat on the 襁,, stroking, I think: 襁 褓 wrapped baby is a good way, neither cold nor him, but also easy to hold him, or wrapped in the grubby, weak and boneless children, how can I hold it !