父亲站在家门前的银桦树下冲我挥手树冠巨大的浓荫就要下起一场绿雨从古老的安宁河谷中吹来一阵风母亲和我眨了眨眼睁开眼晴的时候父亲已挑选好各种帽子渔夫帽、礼帽、大阳帽不同盈缺的月亮从他头顶升起落下夜色将他的眸子渐渐包裹,看不分明父亲就这样戴着帽子穿行于大街小巷身影变得越来越小仿佛走进了帽子空心的深处门前的树冠不再落雨也不常有鸟从雨中飞出有一天风突然掀走了父亲的帽子醒目的银发在空中 Father standing in front of the house under the silver birch trees under the canopy of my hand waving huge shade will start a green rain blowing from the old peaceful valley wind Mother and I blinked eyes open when my father has been selected Well all kinds of hats fisherman hats, hats, sun hats Different surplus moon rose from his head falling night his eyes gradually wrapped, seemingly dignitaries so wearing a hat walking through the streets figure becomes more and more The smaller seems to go into the hat hollow depth of the crown in front of the tree is no longer falling rain nor the birds flying out of the rain one day the wind suddenly lifted his father’s hat striking silver hair in the air