外婆家在一个偏僻的小村子里,门前有一条长长的石街,石街上的石头被人们的脚板磨得光光的。谁也不知道这石街是什么时候铺成,村里老人们都说自己小时候就记得有这条街。小时我刚学会数数,就开始数这石街上的石头,可一直也没数清 Grandmother in a remote village, in front of a long stone street, the stone on the stone street was people’s feet polished. Who do not know when this stone pavement paved, the village old people say they remember this street when they were young. I just learned the number of hours, began to count the stones in this stone street, but never countless