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说起辘轳井,我总忘不了那吱呀吱呀的摇辘轳声。那声音就像故乡一首悠远悠长的歌谣,在我的梦里,我的脑海里连绵不绝地唱响着,它是我童年的诗画,童年生活的一个缩影。我的故乡,村村寨寨几乎都有一两口辘轳井。我们村的辘轳井就静静地立在村口。井旁是一株多年的洋槐树,树冠约五六米,把辘轳井周围的大片地方遮盖得严严实实,像是辘轳井忠实的守护者。这口井没有人知道是什
Speaking of the wheel reel well, I can not forget the squeaky reel reel reel. It sounds like a long, long hometown song, in my dream, my mind endlessly sing, it is my childhood poetry and painting, a microcosm of childhood. My hometown, village Walled Almost all have one or two reel 轳 wells. Our village’s potter’s wheel well quietly stood in the village entrance. Well next to a well-acacia tree for many years, about five or six meters canopy, covering a large area around the potter’s wheel well to be strict, such as the wheelbarrow loyal guardian. Nobody knows this well