谁也说不清铁铺的年纪。在岁月的流逝中,铁铺不断撤退。它们在小镇的外围安营扎寨,与拖拉机、摩托车顽强对峙,坚守着原始的赤诚。铁铺一手牵着村庄,一手拉着城镇。它们捧出镰刀、锄头、铲子……这些不起眼的工具,剔除形形色色的杂草,把农村和城市的每一个笑意楔进生活…… No one can tell the age of the iron shop. During the passage of time, the iron shop continued to retreat. They set up camps in the outskirts of the town, confronted stubbornly with tractors and motorcycles, and adhered to the original sincerity. The iron shop holds the village with one hand and the town with one hand. They hold sickles, buns, and shovels... these humble tools remove all kinds of weeds and wedge every smile in the countryside and cities into life...