我是在一个小山村长大的，就在我家的后面，有一片风景优美的树林，青松翠柏、绿草红枫沐浴着山地里的阳光茁壮地生长。我经常在那里游玩：读点书，听听收音机，或是漫无边际地通想，度过了一段令人难忘的幸福时光。但在六七十年代那些荒唐而又荒芜的岁月，贫穷一直困扰着纯朴 I grew up in a small mountain village. Just behind my home, there is a beautiful forest. Pines and cypresses, green grass and maples bathe the sun in the mountains. I often play there: reading a book, listening to the radio, or thinking endlessly and spending an unforgettable moment of happiness. But in those absurd and ridiculous years of the 1960s and 1970s, poverty has plagued simplicity.