公园长椅上,一个母亲疲惫地仰靠着椅背,身边是竖着的提琴盒,她拼命抑制自己,却还是把养神变成了沉睡。儿子坐在她身旁,另一边是一个大画夹子。儿子轻推母亲,母亲没有反应,他跳下长椅,四面张望,仿佛一只小鸟,想飞,却不知道往哪边飞好。那是星期日中午。公园里人不多。一个老爷爷 On the bench in the park, a mother leaned back on the back of her chair. She was surrounded by vertical violin cases. She tried desperately to restrain herself, but she still changed her mind to sleep. The son is sitting beside her, on the other side is a big clip. The son shoved his mother, and the mother did not respond. He jumped off the bench and looked around, as if it were a bird. He wanted to fly, but he did not know where to fly. It was Sunday noon. There are not many people in the park. A grandfather