我至今都清楚地记得老街上的书摊,那小小的书摊托起了我大大的梦想。大概是前年夏天的一个晚上,我在街上漫无目的地走着,马路两旁昏暗的路灯隐隐约约照着路边的小摊。这些摊子五花八门,大多生意很好,小贩们忙得不亦乐乎。一个小书摊吸引了我的目光。地面上摆 I still clearly remember the bookstalls on the street, and the little bookstore took my great dream. Probably the night before last summer, I walked aimlessly in the street, the dim lights on both sides of the road vaguely follow the street stalls. These stalls varied, most of the business is good, hawkers are too busy. A small bookstore caught my eye. On the ground