在从前的那些好日子里,那时我才九岁,世界是充满着各种各样美好的事情,生活仍然像是一个快乐的、神秘的梦。一天,我的表哥莫拉德来到我房前;凡是认识他的人都认为他是疯子,只有我不这样。那时才早上四点钟,他敲了敲我的窗,把我叫醒。 艾拉姆,他说。 我从床上跳起来向窗外一看,我简直不相信自己的眼睛了。 天虽然还没有大亮,但那是夏天,再有几分钟黎 In those good days, when I was nine years old, the world was full of all kinds of beautiful things, and life still seemed like a happy and mysterious dream. One day, my cousin Morad came to my room; all who knew him thought he was a madman, and only I did not. It was four o’clock in the morning, when he knocked on my window and woke me up. Alam, he said. I jumped out of bed and looked out the window, I just did not believe my eyes. Although the sky is not yet bright, but it is summer, then a few minutes Li