肩上扛著一把長凳，這時，我趕忙跑到窗前向外看， a grindstone and a black cloth bag tied to it. he walked slowly from the distance. his dark red face，從遠處慢慢地走來， “磨剪子、磨菜刀……”從遠處傳來一陣陣吆喝聲， who looked over sixty years old. he was wearing a worn straw hat， an old-fashioned rubber sh