在我的书架上,保存着一本18世纪的线装《增广贤文》,木刻印刷,纸质粗糙发黄,且一裱再裱,页数参差不齐,文字淡而模糊。睹物思人,看见这本书,不禁想起我的祖父与父亲。我的祖父,听父亲说,在旧社会是教私塾的。他为人淳朴、善良,教学严谨、认真,到暮年已是桃李满大下。每逢过年过节,总有不少学子登门拜望。 On my bookshelf, there is an 18th-century line of “augmented texts”, woodcut printing, rough yellow paper, and a mounting and mounting, uneven number of pages, light and fuzzy text. When I look at this book, I can not help but think of my grandfather and my father. My grandfather, listening to my father, said in the old society is to teach private school. He is honest, kind, teaching rigorous, serious, to peach plum is full. During the Chinese New Year, there are always many students come to visit.