去年一个金风送爽的日子里,我和儿子一起走进了学堂。儿子八岁,上小学一年级。我己过了而立之年,第二次进入大学殿堂。入学前的一天晚上,我和儿子久久不能入睡,儿子兴奋地一会儿问这个,一会儿问那个,对未来的学习生活充满了好奇与向往。我忧虑过多的是儿子上学,妻身体不好,我走后,妻既要上班,又要照顾儿子上学。部队驻扎在郊区,儿子上学要送到几公里外的子弟学校去,虽然早、晚单位有班车接送,可毕竟是才八岁的孩子,中午还要带饭。睡 Last year, on a golden day, my son and I walked into the school together. Son, eight years old, first grade in primary school. I have passed the year, the second time into the university hall. One night before admission, my son and I could not sleep for a long time. The son exclaimed for a while and asked for a while, curious and longing for his future study and life. I worry too much about his son to school, his wife bad health, I left, the wife should go to work, but also take care of his son to school. Troops stationed in the suburbs, his son went to school to send a few kilometers away to the children’s school, although early and late shuttle bus units, but after all, was only eight-year-old child, but also with lunch. sleep