磨刀石是,那口水井望着月亮。是,那个月亮照着故乡。是,那块磨刀石给我恒久的记忆。一块平常不过的石头,被爷爷从自家梯田下的那条河边扛回家,放在井旁。爷爷常常一边往石头上浇水,一边麻利地磨菜刀、磨柴刀、磨镰刀、磨剪刀。刀和日子越磨越锋利,磨刀石渐渐瘦了,爷爷的背渐渐驼了。 Whetstone is, that mouth waterhole looked at the moon. Yes, that moon shines on its hometown. Yes, that grindstone gave me a lasting memory. A common stone, was grandfather from the side of his home under the river carrying back home, on the well. Grandpa often side of the stone watering, while deftly grinding choppers, grinding chasesaws, scythes, scissors scissors. The more grinding the knife and the more sharp, grindstone gradually thin, Grandpa’s back gradually camel.