一个冬日的早晨,下着雨,很冷。忽然,外面传来一个苍老的声音:“磨剪刀,修伞哟!”我甭提多高兴啦!我家里已有好几把坏伞,有的才买来用了十天半月就被大风刮破了,有的油布还是好好的,只是折断了一两根骨条。把它们塞进垃圾桶怪可惜的,于是我便一股脑儿地把它们堆在墙角,等修伞人来修补。可是,在这个南 A winter's morning, it rains, it's cold. Suddenly, an old voice came from outside: “Scissors and umbrella!” "I am glad to mention it! There are several bad umbrellas in my house, and some bought it for ten and a half months before it was gale. Scratched, and some tarpaulin or good, but broken a bone or two. It is a pity to put them in the trash can, so I piled them up in the corner, waiting for the parachute to repair. However, in this south