小时候,我们村中仅有一位初中生,算是最有学问的了,他就是到远房的二哥。更让我羡慕的是,他有一个大书橱,满当当的全是书。那时,我最爱每晚扯着爷爷的衣角到二哥家听他讲评书。每年冬天晚上,二哥堂屋里的火盆都升得暖暖的,爷爷将长长的烟袋装满烟叶,从火盆中捏起一根燃烧的木条,燃好烟袋,“叭嗒”、“叭嗒”有滋有味 When I was young, only one junior high school student in our village was the most knowledgeable one. He was the eldest brother to the distant room. Even more envious of me is that he has a large bookcase, full of books is full. At that time, my favorite night pulling my grandfather’s clothes to brother to listen to his commentaries. Every winter evening, the brackets in the second brother’s house rose to warmth. Grandfather filled the long tobacco bag with tobacco and pinned a burning piece of wood from the brazier to burn the tobacco bag. Dazi "nourishing flavor