那是一间阴暗潮湿的屋子,剥落的墙皮渐渐泛黄,透过从那早已生了锈的窗户挤进的一丝阳光,隐约可以看见空气中飘浮着的细小灰尘。布满蜘蛛网的角落里,扁担孤独地躺在那里,一天又一天,一年又一年。多年了,这样枯燥乏味的日子已经多年了。自己昔日的辉煌早已不再,望着屋内飘浮的尘埃,扁担的思绪渐渐回到从前。那一天,扁担在热闹的集市上远远地看见年轻壮实的主人向它走来。主人看着它,温柔地抚摸着它,从那一刻起,扁担便跟主人回了家。主人和它在一起的快乐时光仿佛清 It was an dark, damp house, with yellowish peeled peel and faintly visible fine dust floating in the air through the hint of sunlight that had come in from the rusty window. In the corner covered with cobwebs, the pole lies alone, day after day, year after year. Years, so boring days have been years. His former glory is no longer, looking at the dust floating inside the house, pole thoughts gradually back to the past. On that day, the pole saw in the bustling fairground far from the young and stout master coming to it. The owner looked at it and stroked it gently, and from that moment the pole came home with the owner. Happy time with the owner and it seems clear