二岁的时候,我开始用纤细的手指抚摩着厨房里被油烟熏得乌黑的报纸,一点一点接近那些清澈如水的文字。跳皮筋,踢毽子,抓石子,所有女孩子爱玩的游戏我都不会。我的周围堆满了心爱的书本,它们像一块块五彩缤纷的砖石,严严实实地把我与外面的世界隔绝。我在城墙内独享鸟语花香,感觉无比幸福。家里兄弟姐妹多,整日为生活辛苦奔波的父母当然不可能过多地注 When I was two years old, I began to caress the oily newspapers in the kitchen with slender fingers and approached the clear, watery words little by little. Jump rubber band, kick shuttlecock, grab stone, I can’t play any games that girls love to play. My surroundings are full of beloved books. They are like blocks of colorful bricks, and they are keeping me from the outside world. I enjoy the unique fragrance of flowers in the city walls and I feel extremely happy. There are many brothers and sisters at home, and it’s impossible for parents who have tossed their lives all day long to pay too much attention.