小镇,就一条街。小街,半里长。灰蒙蒙的路面。灰蒙蒙的楼屋。灰蒙蒙的店铺。灰蒙蒙的人脸。唯有偶尔几声婴儿的啼哭夺窗而出,高亢且宏亮,给小街带来几分生气,给小街带来几分话题。小镇的历史写在街上。小街的一头,立着一座建于宋代的石拱桥。高大的桥身已倾斜,结实的石级已 Small town, a street. Small street, half a long. Overcast pavement. Gray buildings. Gray shop. Gray human face. Only occasionally several baby cry cry out of the window, high-pitched and magnanimous, to the streets brought a bit angry, to the streets brought a bit of topic. The history of the town is written on the street. A small street, stood a stone arch bridge built in the Song Dynasty. The tall bridge has been inclined, strong stone level has been