一位父亲接女儿放学归来。他骑着自行车,车后座上,载着女儿。女儿是在上小学吧,穿着白白净净的校服。父亲骑得并不快,风拂过父亲,拂过女儿,拂过女儿童年的黄昏。女儿其实并未在风中。女儿,在书中。前面是父亲宽宽的后背,后面是矮矮的椅背。女儿,就这样稳稳地坐着,专注地读着书。热闹的人群与车流,在书外。路边的树及蝉声,在书外。父亲的呼吸,以及这个世界的喧嚣,都在书外。那是不是一本最值得看的书,不知道。但那天,女儿坐在 A father picks up her daughter after school. He rode a bicycle and took a daughter in the back of the car. My daughter is in elementary school, wearing a clean net uniform. His father did not ride fast, the wind blowing his father, brushed his daughter, brushed his daughter childhood twilight. Daughter is actually not in the wind. Daughter, in the book. In front of his father’s broad back, behind the dwarf chair back. Daughter, sitting so firmly, focused on reading the book. Lively crowd and traffic, outside the book. Roadside trees and cicadas, outside the book. Father’s breath, and the bustle of this world, are outside the book. That is not the most worth seeing book, do not know. But that day, my daughter was sitting