小的时候,母亲送给我《格林童话》做礼物,送礼物的原由是早就忘了,但是那本书记忆犹新,它好像是跟着我长大的一样,不论什么时候想起来,心里都会暖暖的,甜甜的。后来,我长大了,大得自己也做了母亲,于是我也给我的孩子买《格林童话》,儿子的书比我的精美,书里的画也是五彩的,乍一眼,我都认不出了。我们一起读格林的童话,我发觉一代一代沿传下来的美好记忆和书里的故事一样,一点没有改变。 When I was young, my mother gave me a “Green Fairy Tale” as a gift. The reason for giving a gift was long forgotten, but the book still has a fresh memory. It seems as if I grew up with me. Whenever I think of it, Will be warm, sweet. Later, I grew up, too big to be my own mother, so I also bought “Green Fairy Tale” for my child, my son’s book is more beautiful than mine, and the paintings in the book are also colorful. At first glance, I think Not out. When we read Green’s fairy tales together, I realized that the good memories passed down from one generation to the next, like the stories in the book, have not changed at all.