每当拿起那本《安徒生童话》,我都会生出一种莫名的感动,眼前浮现出爷爷的脸,他淡淡地笑着,把我的心点亮。小时候,我抓起一本书,装模作样地读。虽然不识字,但还是用小手指点着图文,嘴里念叨着。爷爷走过来坐在我身边,用他充满磁性的声音给我讲解书上的故事。爷爷像是有魔法,听着听着,扣人心弦的故事像真的一样浮现在我的眼前,从此我常常拿着那本书缠着他给我讲故事。 Whenever I pick up the “Andersen Fairy Tales,” I will give birth to an inexplicable move, the immediate appearance of Grandpa’s face, his faint smile, light my heart. As a kid, I grabbed a book, pretend to read. Although illiterate, but still with a small finger pointing to the text, his mouth talking about. Grandpa came to sit by my side, with his full magnetic voice to explain the story of the book. Grandpa like magic, listening, listening, exciting story as it really came to my eyes, and from then on I often took the book around him to tell me a story.