毋须用心谛听,咿呀的声音,一直响在时光深处。一匹马,或者一头牛,用一片黑布将它们的双眼蒙上,套上拉杆,鞭子轻轻一抽,石磙便转动起来。咿呀的声音很有节奏,于是,它们以为自己走了很远。其实,它们一直围着碾槽在那里转圈。碾槽里的稻谷,或者高粱,或者小麦,便在碾磙的碾压下将壳脱去,现出白森森的米粒来。曾经,一个村庄,如果没有河流,便有一两座旱碾。苍白的岁月里,有咿呀的声音不断响起,村庄的烟火就丰满而生动,孩子的笑声就欢 No need to listen carefully, Baba’s voice, has been ringing in time. A horse, or a cow, covered their eyes with a piece of black cloth, put a pull rod and a whip gently swirled, and the stone was turned. Baba voice is very rhythmic, so they think they go a long way. In fact, they have been circling around the trough. The rice in the crushing tank, or sorghum, or wheat, is removed by the crushing of the crushed rice and the grains of white sensen come out. Once, a village, if there is no river, there will be one or two drought grind. Pale years, the sound of Baba continued ringing, the village of fireworks is full and vivid, the child’s laughter on the joy