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小时候,我由爱听故事而迷上了故事书。能够找到的书,从来不放弃一本,找到后就手不释卷,若不一口气读完,总是寝食难安,总是想知道书中人物的结局,因此,吃饭时眼睛也舍不得离开书本。若到天黑还没有读完,便伴着煤油灯,捧着书本与书中人物同喜同悲,一起出谋划策,调兵遣将。有时只听嗤的一声,吓了一跳,书中人物杀了过来。一定神,才感到周围静悄悄的,此时只有灯芯中爆出来的啧啧的灯花声,提醒自己此时身处自己家中而不是充满刀光剑影的沙场,才发觉自己的头发被煤油灯“吃”了一块。
When I was young, I fell in love with the story and fell in love with the story book. Can find the book, never give up one, find the hand after the release, if not breath, always sleepless, always want to know the ending of the characters in the book, so when eating eyes reluctant to leave the book. If it has not finished reading, it will be accompanied by a kerosene lamp, carrying books and characters in the book with the same sad, advice and suggestions, dispatched troops to send. Sometimes just listen to laugh, shocked, the book figure to kill over. Certainly, I felt quiet around, at this time only the wick burst into the tut of lights, to remind myself this time in their own homes instead of full of sword-shaped battlefield, only to find their hair kerosene lamp “eat” piece.