1儿子进城做事多年了。自从老伴去世后,儿子嫌我孤寂,要我进城去住。我去仅住了几天,就好像住了数年。尽管生活天天像过年,但是,我很不习惯这种“幸福”。这高耸入云的楼像碑林,火柴盒一样的单元房,门对门的邻居,相闻不相识;海潮一样的人,四通八达的路,车流像蚁群,车行象蜗牛,人与人脸上没有表情,像是一群木偶,来去匆匆。哪像我们农村,田野里一望无际的庄稼碧波荡漾,展望长空远景,青山绿水蓝天白云; 1 son to work in the city for many years. Since my wife died, my son was too lonely, asking me to go to the city to live. I went to live only a few days, as if lived for several years. Although life is like New Year, I am not used to this “happiness”. This towering buildings like the Forest of Stone Tablets, matchbox-like units, door-to-door neighbors, and smell unknown; tide-like people, extending in all directions, traffic like an ant, cars like snails, human face No expression, like a group of puppets, come and gone. Which like our rural areas, the endless fields of crops rippling blue, long-term vision of the sky, blue sky and white clouds;