记得小时候,天空很蓝,大地很大,没有拥挤,没有塞车,没有电视,没有网络。夏天的傍晚,院子里一定会有老老少少围坐在一起,天南海北地聊着、说着。满院子都有小孩在追打嬉戏……但是,如果院子里有一个会讲故事的老爷爷或者老奶奶,那一定能如施魔法般将这些孩子“管束”得老老实实,让他们乖乖用双手撑着下巴,认真地听着从老爷爷或者老奶奶嘴里流淌出来的各种民间传说。 I remember when I was young, the sky was blue, the land was large, there was no congestion, no traffic jams, no television, no internet. Summer evening, the yard must be young and old, sitting together, chatting from time to time, said. There are children in the yard full of chasing ... But if there is a grandfather or grandmother in the yard who can tell the story, it must be able to be “magical” like these children, “be honest” and be obedient With both hands propped his chin, listen carefully from the grandfather or grandmother mouth flowing out of various folklore.