我的书桌有一只上了锁的抽屉,抽屉的最深处放着一只牛皮纸大信封,信封里是几封珍藏了许久的家书。纸张已经泛黄破损,字迹也开始有些模糊难以辨认,但是,每当夜阑人静的时候,我独自一人坐在书房里,常常会打开家书细细品味,过去那些年代的人和事,一桩桩、一件件,就像电影一样在大脑里浮现,于是,一股浓浓的亲情便扑面而来。我收到的第一封家书是哥哥写给我的。那时1979 My desk has a locked drawer, the deepest drawer is placed a kraft envelope, the envelope is a few hidden for a long time home book. The paper was yellowed and the writing started to blur somehow. However, when the night was quiet, I sat alone in the study, often opening my family book and savoring the people and things of the past, One piece, like a movie in the brain emerge, so a thick family affection will come. The first letter I received was written to me by my brother. Then 1979