还没有上学的时候,我最盼望的事是哥哥能早点放学回家,因为他会讲故事。真的,那个年代不仅没有电视,连收音机也是稀罕之物,在贫乏枯燥的生活里,能听到有趣的故事的确是件令人高兴的事情。于是,我天天缠着哥哥讲故事。大概是因为被我缠烦了的缘故,有一天他从书包里掏出几本连环画册,对我说:“自己看去!”翻开书我就被里面的图画迷住了。我依照书上的图画和几个偶尔认识的字,猜测着故事,津津有味地读着。 When I was not in school, my biggest hope was that my brother would go home early after school because he would tell the story. Really, there was not only no television in that era, even the radio was a rarity. It was indeed a pleasure to hear interesting stories in a poor and boring life. So, every day, my brother wrapped storytelling. Probably because of my troubles, one day he took out a few comic books from his bag, and said to me, “Look at me!” When I opened the book, I was fascinated by the pictures inside. I am guessing about the story in the book’s drawings and words I know occasionally.