趣磨盘有钱能使鬼推磨。我家清贫,使不动鬼,我就是那磨道上的驴。围绕一个中心,圈复一圈。不仅磨碎了五谷杂粮,也磨碎了满天星辰。为了解决饥馑的问题,凡是能够吃的东西,母亲要么将它晒干了,磨成面粉;要么将它磨成糊,摊成煎饼。母亲,对于我们来说,不仅仅是亲人,更是生存的概念,就像是空气和大地。母亲呀,你所承受的苦难和爱都过于博大,你所坚守的尊严和正直都过于严肃。 Fun grinding disc money can make ghost grinding. My family is poor, so immobility, I am the grinding donkey. Circle around a center. Not only grated whole grains, but also grated the stars. In order to solve the problem of famine, whatever can be eaten, the mother either dries it and grinds it into flour; or it is ground into paste and spread into pancakes. Mother, for us, not just relatives, but also the concept of survival, like the air and the earth. Mother, the sufferings and love you bear are too great, and the dignity and integrity you hold to them are all too serious.