小时候,每当晚饭后,便黏着父亲从书箱里翻出一本颜色泛旧的古书,点燃麻油灯,一家人围坐在一起,静听父亲“之乎者也”地诵读。而后,父亲再用白话,把文中美妙幽深的故事讲给我们听。上个世纪60年代初,在我居住的偏僻的小村庄里,还不曾 When I was a child, after dinner, I stuck my father out of the bookcase with an old-fashioned book of color and lit the lamp. The family sat together, and listened to his father, who also recited the book. Later, my father spoke again in vernacular the beautiful and deep story in the text. In the early 1960s, I had never been in a remote small village where I live