老家,有一条老街。老街不长。铺满青石板的路面,灰蒙蒙的房屋,七零八落的店铺。偶尔车辆瞬间驶过飞扬而去或是谁家小孩的哭泣声夺窗而出,给老街带来了几分生气,带来了几分话题。老街的历史写在老街上。老街的一旁,有一所高大的房子,房身已倾斜,结实的石板已不平,这里以前是学校 There is an old street in my hometown. The old street is not long. The pavement covered with blue stone, the gray houses, and the shops that have fallen. Occasionally, the vehicle flew past or the cry of a child’s child won the window. It brought a bit of anger to the street and brought about a few topics. The history of Old Street was written on the old street. On the side of Old Street, there is a tall house. The room has been tilted. The solid stone slabs are uneven. This was formerly a school.