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石磨声声月亮升起来了,村巷迷离似梦,我的影子拖得瘦长,摸一摸栽立的碌碡,上面还留有余温。我站在上面,黑蛋家的大黑狗摇着尾巴跑来了,我没有高粱面馍抛起让它蹦着叼,家里人正在磨场打磨。悠悠的,那石磨声透过月晕飘过来,细听像爹喝玉米糊糊的呼噜声,又像飞机由远到近的轰鸣,空气中依稀飘过来高粱面散发的香味。我的胃抽动了一下,口水从嘴角流下。磨场子在露天,三面靠墙。爹为了省油没有点灯,借着月光磨面。两扇
The noise of the stone rose in the moon, the village lane blurred like a dream, my shadow was so slender, touched the planted Lu, there is still above the temperature. I stood above, the Black Egg black dog ran his tail shaking, I did not sorghum noodles thrown it jump jump Diao, family members are grinding ground. Long time, the stone mill sound floated through the moonlight, listen carefully to the drumbeating drumbeat grunts, and like the aircraft roar from far to near, the air faintly floated sorghum surface scented. My stomach twitched for a moment, and saliva flowed down my mouth. Mill ground in the open air, three against the wall. Dad did not light for fuel economy, by the moonlight face. Two