我的村庄叫做麦菜岭。有很多年,我对这个地名百思不得其解:我们村庄种有各色各样的菜,被高高低低的山岭层层包裹,可是麦子呢,麦子在哪里?父亲在一张新置的竹椅上刻字。他表情严肃,嘴唇紧抿,像是正在进行一个庄重的仪式。对于我的疑问,父亲充耳不闻,他只是捏着刻刀,一刀,又一刀。我看到他手背上青筋暴凸,刻刀下模糊的笔画逐渐成形——“颖川郡钟氏”。字是隶书体,有蚕头 My village is called Mai Cai Ling. For many years, I was puzzled by this place name: Our village has a great variety of dishes, surrounded by high and low mountains, but where is wheat and wheat? Lettering on the chair. He looked serious, his lips tight, as if a solemn ceremony was going on. For my doubt, my father turned a deaf ear, he just pinch a knife, a knife, another knife. I saw his hand on the veins, the knife under the fuzzy strokes gradually formed - “Yingchuan County clock’s.” Word is the official script, a silkworm head