1小时候,父亲一直在外地工作,我们与他唯一的联系便是写信。常常一觉醒来,看见房间的灯还亮着,母亲还坐在窗前给父亲写信,短短两页纸,有时会写一整夜。那个年代的人,对待感情,对待生活,有着字斟句酌的谨慎与紧张。父亲说,每次刚到一个地方,第一件事就是去找最近的邮局,然后给家里写信报平安。父亲的字很好看,清秀有力,落在褐色的信封上。初中的时候,迷上了集邮,家里厚厚的信件被我剪得七零八落,后来,也不知道丢 When I was a child, my father had been working in the field. The only contact we had with him was to write a letter. Often wake up and saw the lights of the room lit up, the mother also sat at the window to write to his father, just two pages of paper, and sometimes write all night long. The people of that era, treated feelings, treat life, with careful deliberation and tension. My father said that each time you get to a place, the first thing is to find the nearest post office, and then write a letter to the family safe. Father's words look good, handsome and powerful, fell on the brown envelope. When I was in junior high school, I fell in love with philately. The thick letters in my home were cut off by me. Later I did not know that