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