小时候常常躺在村南头场院的草垛上，望着蓝蓝的天空，梦想着许多美好的故事。长大了这份天真就成熟得无影无踪了。可是一到节假日，儿子便飞回近郊农村的姥姥家，一身的“迷彩”服装，连帽子和鞋都是迷彩的。夏天钻进草丛里，冬天便躺在收获后的田野里，望着天空出神。这时我? When I was a child, I lay on the haystacks in the village south of the village, looking at the blue sky and dreaming of many beautiful stories. The naive grew mature without a trace. However, on the holidays, my son flew back to the rural grandma’s home in the suburbs. A “camouflage” garment, even hats and shoes, was camouflaged. Drilling into the grass in summer, winter lying in the field after harvest, looking at the sky. At this moment I?