记忆中石磨是有方向的。久远的记忆中,奶奶家的那架石磨厚重而朴实。小时候每次看到那青石雕成的石磨,我都忍不住要上去推一把,而父亲总是笑我说:“你推反了。”“石磨是有方向的。”父亲说,“你逆时针方向推是怎么也磨不出来东西的。石磨千百年来都坚守着自己的方向,这是不会改变的。”记忆中乡村也是有方向的。古 Stone is a memory of the direction. In the memory of a long time ago, grandmother home stone rack heavy and simple. Whenever I saw a small stone stone carved into bluestone, I can not help but go up to push a, and my father always laughed at me: “You push the anti.” “Stone is a direction. ”Father said, “ You can not wear out things counterclockwise. ”Stone for centuries have been sticking their own direction, this will not change. " Memory of the village is also a direction . ancient