200多岁的老巫婆就住在小镇最繁华热闹的地方,一个锈迹斑斑、废弃不用的邮筒里。“啊,这就是我的家,一个温暖的、充满爱的小屋。”老巫婆不知多少次对在邮筒上结网的小蜘蛛说。白天,当一缕金色的阳光从邮筒上塞信的窄缝射进,照亮了她的小屋,她就把长鼻子埋进一大堆信中,眼泪鼻涕一大把地读着。“天哪!多么感人的一封信呀!每个字都能拧出一把泪来。”晚上,当银白色的月光从塞信的窄缝 More than 200-year-old witch live in the town’s most lively place, a rusty, abandoned unused postbox. “Ah, this is my home, a warm, loving cottage.” The old witch did not know how many times it said to the little spider that formed the net on the postbox. During the day, when a ray of golden sunlight shone through the narrow slit in the letterbox and lit up her cabin, she buried her long nose in a pile of letters, reading a lot of tears in her nose. “What a touching letter ah! Every word can twist a tear.” "Night, when the silver moonlight from the slit letter