放在我面前的,是一本厚厚的大书。翻开书,我和书的一个个故事便展现在眼前: 第一页年幼的我还不知书究竟为何物时,妈妈给我一本《儿童世界》,看着那上面的图画,我只觉得花花绿绿的,伸出小手想把它撕下来。这时,妈妈来了,“唉,宝贝,这可不能撕。来,妈妈讲上面的故事给你听。” What lay before me was a thick book. When I opened the book, one story of my book and the book was displayed in front of me: When the first page was young and I still didn’t know what the book was, my mother gave me a copy of “Children’s World.” Looking at the picture above, I only Think colorful, stretch out his hand to tear it off. At this time, my mother came. “Oh, baby, this can’t be torn. Come, mother tells you the story above.”