文字是暗藏心底的一把刀一大清早,父亲就开始把我的书从柜子里一本一本地拿出来,统统整理好,然后装进一些小盒子里。我们要把家搬回农村老家了。我感觉我们在县城借居七年,如今要带回去的只有我的这些书。那一摞摞崭新的、从来没有被翻动过的书,被认为是我六七年来唯一的成绩。 Early in the morning, my father began to take my book out of the cupboard one by one, put it all together, and put it into small boxes. We have to move our family back to our rural hometown. I feel that we have lived in the county for seven years and now have to bring back only my books. The pile of new books that have never been turned over is considered to be the only one I have ever made in six or seven years.