儿时,邻家大哥哥有很多巴掌大的“小人书”——《两个小八路》《八仙过海》……发黄的纸张,单色的插图,我常常坐在书桌旁的小板凳上,一遍又一遍地翻阅,以至每一页纸都变得很软很软。那一本本“小人书”给我的童年带来了无限的乐趣,我想,也许就是那时文学给我的生活涂上了底色。 Childhood, the next big brother has a lot of slap big “little book ” - “Two Little Eight” “Eight Immortals” ... Yellow paper, monochrome illustrations, I often sit at the desk small Read it over and over again on the bench, so that every page becomes soft and soft. That book, “The Booklet of Little People,” brought infinite joy to my childhood, and I thought maybe it was the background that literature gave me in my life.