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一个人长大了想干什么,能干成什么,一定会和小时候某些经历有关,我也一样。父亲种地,母亲也种地,不识字,家里没书。十岁那年,是1966年。我上四年级。隔壁家一个小女孩,拿了一本书来串门。书很厚,和一块砖头差不多。书名叫《水浒》。这以前,连书名都没听说过。翻开一看,字是竖着排的,还是繁体字。看了几眼,很费劲,看不下去,就扔下了。过了几天,闲着没事,又翻开看。这一看,看下去了,越看越有意思,再放不下去了。突然觉得书是个好东西,书带来的快乐,比别的东西都大,尤其在那个年代。从这以后,到处找书
A person who wants to grow up, what he can do will certainly be related to certain experiences as a child, and so am I. Father farming, mother also planted, illiterate, no book at home. At the age of ten was 1966. I am in fourth grade. A little girl next door, took a book to knock on the door. The book is thick, about the same as a brick. The book called “Water Margin.” Before this, even the title has not heard of. Open a look, the word is vertical row, or traditional characters. Glanced, very strenuous, could not stand it, dropped it. After a few days, idle nothing, and opened to see. This look, look down, look more interesting, can not let go. Suddenly feel that the book is a good thing, books bring joy, than other things are large, especially in that era. From then on, find a book everywhere