每个人都有自己的成长史,也都有自己的阅读史。我的阅读源于家中阁楼上的那一箱书——我小时生活在农村,人多屋子少,条件十分艰苦。到了小学三四年级,父母就让我睡到阁楼上。说是阁楼,其实就是用几块板子搭在木梁上,板子上再铺一层被褥,就算床铺了。每天晚上,我早早地爬上阁楼。母亲在阁楼下,在昏黄的电灯下做着针线活。我呢,则干瞪着眼睛,怎么也睡不着……就在四下无趣时,我发现了一件宝贝——一个木箱子。木箱子里整齐地叠放着一本本书。翻开最上面的一 Everyone has their own history of growth, but also have their own history of reading. My reading is from the box in the attic in my home - I lived in rural areas for hours, with few people and few conditions. To the third or fourth grade, parents let me sleep in the attic. That is the attic, in fact, is to use a few boards on the wooden beam, the board and then a layer of bedding, even if the bed. Every night, I climbed the loft early. Under the attic, the mother was doing needlework under dimly lit lights. I, then, staring at the eyes, how can not sleep ... Just four boring, I found a baby - a wooden box. A wooden book neatly stacked. Open the top one