1月1日晴“来信啦!”有人站在黄土路上朝正在田间劳作的母亲喊。这是我记忆深处的一个场景。在埂畔玩蚂蚁或是采“毛姑娘”草的我,会撒开小脚丫子,一路蹦跳着从来人手里接过信件,交给母亲。信是在城里工作的父亲来的,一般是黄色的牛皮信封,上面贴着我喜欢的邮票。有时向母亲索要邮票,总是拒绝。信被母亲用一根红头绳扎着,厚厚的一摞。 January 1 sunny “letter!” Someone standing on the loess road towards the mother is working in the field shouting. This is a scene in my memory. Playing ants on the shore or picking the grass, I will spread little feet, jumping all the way from the hands of the people took the letter to the mother. The letter is from the father who works in the city, usually a yellow cowhide envelope with the stamp I like. Sometimes asking for stamps from my mother, always refusing. The letter was a mother with a red rope tied, a thick pile.