我的父亲在洪泽湖畔一个偏僻的乡镇邮电所里工作。孩提时，父亲经常把我从乡下带到街上去玩。到街上后，由于人生地疏不敢乱跑，唯一的去处就是小书摊。摆摊的是个老爷爷，每天早晨，他的小书摊一摆开，砖头和木板上便会坐满与我年龄相仿的孩子。远远看去，书摊上那五颜六色的? My father worked in a remote township post office on the shores of Hongze Lake. As a child, my father often took me to the streets from the countryside to play. After going to the street, because of the sparseness of life can not run around, the only place is the small bookstall. The stall was a grandfather, and every morning his little bookstore stood open, and children of my age were filled with bricks and planks. Looking far, the colorful bookstore?