小山村东面有一块平整的草坪，草坪中央静卧着一个巨大的灰色石磨。石磨已多年未用了，周身爬满了苔鲜，黑斑。它身体的大部分已深深地嵌在杂乱繁生的野草中，伴着四季的更替，野草春生秋枯，换了一茬又一茬，石磨却依旧立在那里，记述着历史的沧桑。 我的祖父经常讲，当他还是 There is a flat lawn to the east of the hillside with a giant gray stone resting on the center of the lawn. Stone mill has not been used for many years, the whole body covered with moss, dark spots. Most of its body has been deeply embedded in the messy wild weeds, accompanied by the four seasons of the change, the weeds spring autumn withered, for a crop of another crop, the stone mill is still standing there, chronicles the vicissitudes of history. My grandfather often speaks when he is still