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踏上海岛,世界更安静了。沿着石子铺成的小路往前走,看到爬墙虎掩映着的绿房子,房前有一大片花圃,这就是我成长的故园。那一年我13岁,坐在花间的小石凳上,捧着一本《红楼梦》,从午后读到黄昏。记不清是从何时起,到了周末,我坐在园子里,享受静静流淌的阅读时光。园中读的自然是闲书,好在母亲从不认为闲书是“无用的书”。母亲年轻时家里穷,没上过几年学,这成了她的一桩憾事,也因此认为读书是第一等好事。
Set foot on the island, the world is more quiet. Walk along the stone-paved path and see the green house covered by the tiger. There is a large flower garden in front of it, and this is the hometown where I grew up. That year I was 13 years old, sitting on the stone bench in the flowers, holding a “Dream of Red Mansions”, read the afternoon from the evening. I do not remember when it was time to arrive. On the weekends, I sat in the garden and enjoyed the quietly flowing reading time. Natural reading in the garden is freelance, but fortunately the mother never thinks freelance is “useless book ”. Her mother was young and poor at home, had not been to school a few years, which became her a regrettable, and therefore think reading is the first good thing.