槌棒石把褶皱的日子铺在上面,把整个夏日铺在上面,把一个季节的温暖与洁净铺在上面。铺在上面的,还有山村的等待与目光。敲打是必需的,挥动着的两只棒槌,是母亲年年为我们弹奏的最美妙的乐章。没有槌棒石的日子,是那段岁月的无奈,失去敲打的情节。乡下的冬天在我们的期盼中会很长、很长。还能听到那声声棒槌的敲击吗?昨夜,我 Maulstones spread the days of folds on it, spread it throughout the summer and spread the warmth and cleanliness of a season. Shop in the top, there are the waiting and look of the village. Beating is a must-have, two waving mallets, the most wonderful movement the mother plays for us year after year. No mallet stone days, is the period of helplessness, loss of beat plot. The winter in our country will be very long and long in our expectation. Can you still hear the beat of that sounding mallets? Last night, me