一些年以前,女儿很小的时候,她的外婆有时会来我们这儿住上几天。那是一个不大的房间,在三楼,窗外是草地和树林子,不远的地方开往南方的火车驶过,震动传到窗户和地板,像一个童话在那里开始,心里没有发慌的惊扰,日子整整齐齐,脚步也整整齐齐。 Some years ago, when her daughter was very young, her grandmother sometimes came to us for a few days. It was a small room, on the third floor, with grass and woods outside the window, and a train to the south somewhere near, the shock reaching the window and the floor, where a fairy tale started, there was no alarm , Day neat, footsteps neatly.