童年,已经是一个远去的梦。但在梦里,我却常常会闻到那久违的书香。小时候,我特别爱看书。家里有个小书柜。说是书柜,其实也就二三十本书,其余都是杂物,但那却成了我儿时的“图书馆”。记得有一套线装本的《康熙字典》和一本黄历,不过都看 Childhood, is a distant dream. But in my dream, I often smell the long-lost scent. When I was young, I especially loved reading books. There is a small bookcase in the house. Said to be a bookcase, in fact, twenty or thirty books, the rest are debris, but it became my childhood “library ”. I remember a line of this “Kangxi Dictionary” and a yellow calendar, but all look