天晴得不像话。
今天去丈母娘家。开车回家路上路过一个公园,人很多。我们逛逛公园,放风筝。孩子在身边蹦蹦跳跳,瞅着路边的野花和飞鸟什么都新鲜。路过公园的时候,看见好多人在放风筝,五颜六色的飘在天上,孩子眼睛一下就亮了,嚷嚷着也要放。
去年买了一个风筝,风筝上大大的笑脸。找个广场上空旷的地方,我举着风筝跑起来,孩子牵着线在后头跟着跑。试了两三次就飞起来了,越放越高,线轴在手里嚯嚯地转,抬头看那个小红点一直往上窜,最后比谁都高,全场最高的那只。
孩子兴奋得直跳,喊着我放的最高高。
那会儿太阳很晒,风把线绷得紧紧的,孩子的小手攥着线轴不肯放。我站在旁边看着,忽然就想起《追风筝的人》里那句话——为你,千千万万遍。
风筝在天上稳稳地飘着,像一个小小的承诺。远处的建筑物都变小了,天空蓝得透彻。
收了线往回走,孩子还在叽叽喳喳地说个不停。阳光把影子拉得很长,天都快黑了,我们回家路上。

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