一顶金黄的草帽,是父亲刚从集市上买来的,还带着干燥的草香。小时候的我,总喜欢在夏天枕着父亲的草帽酣眠,尤其是在夜晚,露天的打麦场上,我们一家人吃过了饭,聚集到这里,一边看守麦子,一边聊天,望着满天眨眼的星光,一盏茶工夫,我就进入了梦乡。一觉醒来,天光大亮,口水溢湿了父亲的草帽,抖一抖,像荷叶上的水珠。 A golden straw hat, which his father had just bought from the market, also had a dry grassy smell. When I was a child, I always like to sleep in my father’s straw hat in the summer, especially in the fields of wheat and wheat in the open air. We had a family meal, gathered here, and watched the wheat while chatting and looking at the sky Blink of an eye, a cup of tea, I went to sleep. Wake up, the sky dawn, saliva overflowing his father’s straw hat, shaking, like water droplets on the lotus leaf.