时至今日,我还记得多年以前那个日光恍惚的日子。不甚亮堂的教室里亮着几十条童嗓,我们四年级班的一群小学生正在例行“天天读”。对“老三篇”和“语录”早已读得滚瓜烂熟的我,这时从抽屉里拿出一本另外的书偷看起来。那时的我是个小书迷,尤其喜欢看“老书”。可是“破四旧”把许多“老书”给烧了。我到处找书看,贼人搜宝似的。我的一位同学的外祖父是个用手摇机做面条的,他收购了许多旧刊“老书”用来包面条。到那玩时,从那堆东西里翻出了一本《世界文学》。小心眼里 Today, I still remember the daylight trance many years ago. Not brightly lit classroom dozens of children’s throat, a group of primary school students in our fourth grade routine “read every day.” I’ve read well over “Oldies” and “Quotations,” then take a second book out of the drawer to peek. At that time I was a small fan, especially like to read “old book ”. However, “broken four old ” to many “old book ” to burn. I looked around to find the book, thieves search treasure-like. One of my classmate’s grandfather was a noodle maker with a hand crank, and he bought a lot of old books, “Old Books,” for wrapping noodles. When that play, from the pile of things in a “world literature.” Careful eyes