有一年快过年时,父亲用自行车驮着一个大箱子回来了。我赶紧跑上前去问父亲是什么。父亲说:“是电视机,今年咱们就能看春晚了。”“什么是电视机啊?”我问。父亲说:“打开你就知道了。”当父亲把这个黑色外壳、莹亮玻璃屏的东西放在桌上时,我伸出小手指轻轻触了触玻璃屏,很滑。父亲接上电源,拔开天线,“啪啪啪”连拧几下,那玻璃荧屏上就 A year fast New Year, my father loaded a bike carrying a big box back. I quickly ran up to ask my father what it is. My father said: “is the TV, we can watch the Spring Festival this year. ” “What is the TV ah?” I asked. My father said: “When you open it, you know it.” When my father put the black shell and shiny glass screen on the table, I reached out to touch the glass screen with my little finger and slid it softly. His father connected to the power, unplug the antenna, “pop flapping ” even screw a few times, that glass on the screen