世界上一定还有圣诞老人,只要世界上还有爱。至今我还记得和祖母度过的第一个圣诞节。那时我还是个孩子。那天,我骑着自行车风驰电掣般穿过小巷,去找祖母。因为姐姐对我说:“根本就没有圣诞老人。”这句话对我而言无异于晴天霹雳。祖母是个痛快人,而且从不说谎。我知道她会告诉我真相。祖母在家,我把事情一五一十地告诉她。 There must be Santa Claus in the world as long as there is love in the world. So far I remember the first Christmas I had with my grandmother. I was still a child then. That day, I rode a bike ride across the alley, looking for grandmother. Because my sister said to me: “There is no Santa Claus at all.” This sentence is nothing different from a thunderbolt to me. Grandmother is a happy man, and never lies. I know she will tell me the truth. My grandmother is at home, I tell her everything one by one.