人生怕忆少年时。解放初期刚进城读初中时,我们这些十三四岁的男孩子都不怎么用功,脑子里常常结记着在故乡抓螃蟹,养蝈蝈,偷摘邻居瓜枣一类的乐事;身在书桌旁,心却像孟老夫子说的那样,“以为有鸿鹄将至,思援弓缴而射之”,当老师点名提问时,往往是蓦地惊起,答非所问。几个月后, Life is afraid of remembering youth. At the beginning of the liberation, when I was in junior high school in the city, our 13-year-old boys didn’t do much work. In my mind, I often remember to catch crabs in my hometown, raise crickets, and steal music from neighbors like melon dates. At the desk, the heart is like Master Mengzi said, “thinking that there is always something to go and thinking about helping the bow to pay for it.” When the teacher asks questions, it is often embarrassingly alarming and answering questions. After a few months,