深夜,万籁俱寂,只有纱窗外墙根底下和草丛里的秋虫,拉着长声儿,唧唧地叫着。神倦抛书,忽然忆起童年的事来了。我的幼年是在北京城南度过的,艰难度日的家庭里的孩子,没有随大人去逛公园、上戏院、买玩具的福份,但玩儿又是儿童的天性,于是也就自成天地,另有途径了。春天时,用妈妈的缝衣针烧弯了做鱼钩,到彰仪门 Late at night, all the silence, only the curtain wall and the bushes under the grassworm, long-haired children, shouting to shout. God tired of throwing books, suddenly recalled the childhood thing. My childhood is spent in the south of Beijing, the children of the tough family, not with the adults to go to the park, the theater, buy the blessing of the toys, but play is the nature of children, so it is self-contained World, another way. Spring, with the mother’s sewing needle bend made hook, to Zhang Yi door