我对书是渴望有加的。小的时候,有一年冬天,父亲到后草地换粮。我对父亲说,路过县城的时候,给我买一本书吧。父亲不语,我便以为他答应了我。父亲在那个尚有月色的凌晨随着车队一起上路的时候,我的愿望便一同上路了。 I am longing for books. When I was young, one year in winter, my father went to grassland for food. I told my father that when I passed the county town, I bought a book for me. My father didn’t speak. I thought he had promised me. My father’s wishes were on the road when my father was on the road with the team in the early morning when the moonlight was still there.