小的时候,每次去外婆家,我都会路过一个小店。说是小店,有点儿不适合,其实也只是一辆手推车上摆满了会令人眼花缭乱的小吃和玩具,一位老人守着小车做生意。每天天还没亮,老人便推着手推车来到老地方,安顿好小车,坐在一旁的凳子上了。倘若没人,她便戴上老花镜,拿出毛线和织衣针,细 When I was a child, I went to a small shop every time I went to grandmother’s house. Say it is a small store, a little unsuitable, in fact, just a cart filled with dazzling snacks and toys, an old man guarding the car to do business. Every day, when the sky is still dark, the old man pushes a wheelbarrow to the old place, settles in a good car, and sits on a stool aside. If there is no one, she wears reading glasses and takes out wool and knitting needles.