小学的时候,刚刚认识一些字,在我的房间里有一个大大的书柜,里面摆满了母亲的言情小说和父亲的古今历史传奇,还有很多本子和小册子,以及父母年轻时的相册。我一直觉得那个大书柜里一定藏着很多很多的故事,于是常常东翻翻西看看。有一天发现了一个笔记本,是父亲的,那个本子现在已经找不到了,我只依稀记得其中几篇的内容大概是这样的: In elementary school, I just met some words. There was a huge bookcase in my room filled with mother’s romance novels and my father’s ancient and modern history, as well as many books and pamphlets, as well as pictures of my parents when they were young. I always felt that there must be a lot of stories hidden in that big bookcase, so I often turned around and looked around. One day I discovered a notebook, my father’s, and that book is nowhere to be found. I only vaguely remembered something like this: