那人坐在院里洗碑,碑形已经看出来了。下方上圆,他洗的时候,左手是錾子,右手是锤,也不急,也不躁;也不热,也不冷;也不快,也不慢,一锤一锤,如泣如诉。罗永才看得呆了,立在墙外进不去,心里只是有一种感觉:春阳日暖,万象更新,雀鸟苏醒、飞翔、游戏、鸣叫、盘绕,像是一刻都止不住,人在此时此刻能想些什么,该想些什么,各人都是不一样的,各人也都是只按着自个的路子走的。唯这破院里的这一个麻脸匠人,像是不知,也像是不觉,木呆呆地坐在 The man sitting in the courtyard to wash the monument, the tablet shape has been seen. Below the circle, when he was washing, the left hand is a prickly heat, the right hand is a hammer, nor rush, nor impatient; neither hot nor cold; nor fast, nor slow, . Luo Yong was able to see stayed, standing outside the wall can not go, my heart just have a feeling: warm spring, Vientiane update, birds wake up, flying, games, tweet, coiled, like a moment can not stop, people in At this moment what can be thought of, what to think, everyone is not the same, everyone is also only according to their own way to go. Only this broken courtyard of a Ma face craftsman, like I do not know, but also feel unwittingly, Wood sat sitting