我像小朋友们一般大的时候,也像小朋友们一样喜欢听故事。冬天的夜晚,在白杨树下祖先世代居住的茅屋里,炭火盆烧得暖烘烘的,豆油灯芯嗞嗞地燃出明亮的光。老祖母一边嗡嗡地摇着纺车纺线,一边给我们讲说古老的故事。我们听着像岳飞那样用生命保卫祖国、保卫人民的忠臣良将,如何遭到秦桧的阴谋陷害,恨不得把奸贼碎尸万段才解恨。外面的风,把雪花吹打在贴着红色剪纸的小窗上, I like children as big, like children like to listen to the story. Winter night, in the poplar ancestors of the ancestors lived in thatched cottage, burning charcoal brazier, soybean oil wicked burning bright light. The old grandmother waved the spinning wheel while buzzing and told us the old story. We listened to Yue Fei, as defending the motherland with his life and defending the people’s loyal admirals, how to be Qin Hui’s conspiracy framed, could not wait for the traitor to kill a thousand dead. Outside the wind, the snow blow in the small window on the red paper-cut,