我最早的记忆是我儿时的一次哭泣。那次,不管爸爸妈妈怎么哄,我就是不搭理,一个劲儿地哭个不停。爸爸拿我没办法,只好任由我在卧室里哭。妈妈却把我抱进厨房,将我安置在餐桌旁坐好。她从冰箱上抽出一张彩色包装纸,想吸引我的注意:“瞧瞧,这是什么?”每年圣诞节过后,妈妈都会将各种圣诞 My earliest memory was my childhood cry. That time, no matter how father and mother coax, I just do not care, keep crying non-stop. Dad took me no way, had let me cry in the bedroom. Mom put me into the kitchen, put me at the table to sit well. She pulled out a piece of colored wrapping paper from the fridge and wanted to catch my attention: “Look, what’s this?” Every year after Christmas, mum will be all kinds of Christmas