能言善辩、口齿伶俐似乎从来都不是我的特点。我不太爱多说话,惟有书才是我最亲密的伙伴。有时,一个人静静地坐在窗前,偶有所思所得,便信笔写下,几年下来竟也攒起了厚厚的一大摞文稿。也许是写杂文的爸爸给了我文学细胞,这些涂鸦之作居然得到了爸爸不少行家朋友的称赞,说是写得童趣盎然,读来饶有兴味。不过,我那时胆子 Being eloquent and eloquent seems never to be my specialty. I don’t really like to talk much. Only books are my closest companions. Sometimes, a person sitting quietly in front of a window, even thinking about the proceeds, they wrote and wrote, and a few years ago he actually had a thick manuscript. Perhaps the dad who wrote the essay gave me literary cells. The graffiti was actually praised by many of my dad’s hipster friends. He said that he was very childish and he was interested in reading. However, I was courageous