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who abandoned the village and in rural areas, roadside [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], ditch the disc, like the abandoned elderly, lonely and helpless .
really want, give them a home, not to let them alone in the wind and rain in the weeping.
years promoted the pace lap. Do not know what time we started this place disc, but the real, we are each extended family tree as if written on the disc. In the disc to rotate in a lengthy, time flows slowly to a young boy turned into young, middle-aged, old age, to the young, continuing for a further, until we turn into its grinding Road. Really can not imagine, without them, our history here, especially the diet history, how to rewrite.
disc shaped our soul. Disc not only gives us the delicious pancakes, raising Yimeng our people, but also in our blood left a deep imprint it, taught us how much the truth. Mill, the problem is not just strength, but also requires skill, and not too fast, nor too slow, long, really is the best portrayal, in the long period of rotation, we can fully enjoy the grind of happiness, In fact, this life is it not necessary to Go! In endless rotation, we had to stop thinking, had to give up the idea, but we eventually stuck with it, each time pushing a perfect finish grinding of life, insists that no bad things to do. If we just keep staring at the lap, staring at the reduction of food, maybe we that gets tired, many times, we grind the process, while we are laughing, while imagine the smell of pancakes, while waiting for grow up, unwittingly, also pushed over, it is worn with the sound of his painful life can not tell us too much emphasis on the moment, to stare, make your life rich, in order to better complete the main objective. We ate pancakes and other delicious, truly understand that, people can experience suffering just to taste the sweet life with happiness.
disc gives us the happy. Row of cars pulling in mothers and fathers love their children as generally bought my lap, we Yingchu the Shiji Li Road, three brothers, the family seemed to meet the El Niño-like devotion as the three of us everywhere to tell people our home have their own ground, like a family community now bought our own houses in general. No longer have to ask others, no longer have to grind in someone's home to listen to people's sarcastic comments, and we turn the mill Road in their own homes, the real life of walking in their own way, really enjoy the grind of happiness, introduced their lives. Think of the sound every day grind, we are also bass bass of the three brothers grew up, and now the best memories of my mother and my brother is ten years old, two people can eat a stretch of eight eight large pancake India Speaking of happiness when the mother was always a smile, really, my mother baked pancake, crispy and flavorful they are yellow, is the best around us is our mother's pride.
chisel grind should be a very grand farm activity. Long time, and millstone also accompanied special leave at home, eat [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but also asked me to have a figure head, face, accompanied. Mason work, is very pious, I have obsessed with watching, where it lowers according to the master mason spiritual, solemn ground chisel, the severity of a consistent force. Two disc are engraved so good times, watching the neat teeth, and my heart kind of joy, but also a kind of melancholy, when to make them re-polished ah!
but push push, put the disc release history. Has been disabled for many years, the disc is still standing in the courtyard of every household, vicissitudes and gray. Although useless, we all know are not willing to let it out, but a long time, they slowly moved to the side of the road, end of the village, irrigation ditches, and occasionally a little to give today's children the joy of climbing, which perhaps a reason for its existence. Only those of us experienced people will grind their long gaze, as if turning millstones can still hear the sound [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as if the evening grind brush can still hear the footsteps, as if you can still see people around the touch is not a stop turning, as if still can see his nap on a stick stuck in the ground paste child ...... but, all have been deeply buried in the depths of history, in the dilute, dilute, until our generation out of history, memory also dropped out.
really want to give them a home. How many times, I thought, so I have money, and put our Village down the plot of the low-lying land contract to collect those lonely rural scattered disc, the construction of a disc Memorial Park. Dug a large pond, along with a disc base ponds to disc for the Road, constitute fishing areas; further support from a variety of disc and get some good grains, allowing visitors into the mill Road, back to the past difficult years; further support from the Ao promoter , a tasty baked pancake, roll up green onions, stick from the miso, that feeling must be, cool!
just, I became a teacher, this, it can only be a dream!
really afraid of, those of us old people, those who are no longer lonely, disc, and even we are only in a dream to touch the disc, and can be heard only history lopsided the lap sobs.
to think, and then into the grinding Road, go leisurely pushing past that long period of years!
2007 年 3 月 8 日

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