我的手上有一本三十年前的旧书《高玉宝》。这是我童年时代的读物。这么多年了,它一直伴随在我的身边,仿佛我童年时代的影子——不,它是我幼小时的心灵的回声,是那充满了饥荒和书荒的年代里的一面镜子。上初中的时候,我有过一段失学的经历。在我因为家境贫困所迫,不得不离开学校,在故乡的大洼地上为生产队放猪、放牛的日子里,在我像一只失群的孤雁,挣扎在旷野上的狂风骤雨之中的时候,我总 My hand has a thirty year old old book “high Ebel.” This is my childhood reading. It has been with me for so many years, as if it were the shadow of my childhood - no, it was my echoes of my childhood, a mirror in the years of famine and shortage. When I was in junior high school, I had a period of absence from school. When I was forced to leave the school because of poverty in my family, I had to give pigs to the production team in the big depressions in my hometown. On days when I was cattle-raising, I was struggling with the storm on the wilderness In the time, I always