在磨房与现实越来越远的时候,我的记忆却总是与故乡的磨房不期而遇。这个时候,我会忘记天空与土地,眼前只有一间间与溪水河流相依傍的磨房。乡村的磨房千篇一律地守候在村脚一条河流的两岸,河水不知什么年代开始流淌,常年润泽着两岸的村庄又孕育出了这些参差不齐的磨房。远远望去,茅 As the mill grew farther and farther away from reality, my memory always met with the home mill. At this time, I will forget the sky and the land, and there is only one mill in the immediate vicinity of the streams and rivers. The villages’ mill houses are constantly waiting on both sides of a river at the foot of a village. The rivers do not know what age they are beginning to flow into. The villages that have been rejuvenating both sides of the Taiwan Strait all along have nurtured these jagged millhouses. From afar, Mao