每天早晨,大约8点48分的时候,我都会路过那栋砖砌的建筑。小时候,我曾经多次造访过那里。那时,这栋楼看起来是那么威严宏大,可如今它在我心里就像一个微型的玩具小屋。我父亲就曾住在那里,和其他549名囚犯生活在一起。我常常去探望他,每次去时,我们都有说有笑——只不过我和他之间隔着一堵玻璃墙,每人手里拿着电话。对我来说,这种交流方式很正常。因为我所知道的交流方式就是这样的。我喜 Every morning, at about 8:48, I pass by the brick building. When I was young, I visited it many times. At that time, this building looks so majestic, but now it is in my heart like a miniature toy hut. My father lived there and lived with 549 other prisoners. I often visited him, and every time we went, we all talked and laughed - except that I was separated from him by a glass wall, and each had a telephone in his hand. To me, this method of communication is normal. Because I know the way of communication is like this. I like it