家里有一块铁木砧板,弟弟在广西当兵带回的。正宗越南铁木。我站在出站检票口,见弟弟背着两块铁木砧板,腰弯得如骆驼,艰难地随人流挪向出站口。弟弟额上的汗水,像雨天的屋檐水,他轻轻一甩,串串水珠滚落在地。我想从弟弟肩上取下铁木砧板,却“嘭”地一声,跌落了。如再近我一厘米,脚指头就碎了。弟弟费力从广西弄来铁木砧板,究竟有啥好。听说,不起渣,任砍任剁。我用足全力,朝 There is a home iron wood chopping block, brother brought back in Guangxi military. Authentic Vietnamese iron wood. I stood out of the wicket, see my brother carrying two iron wood chopping board, waist bent like a camel, with difficulty moving to the station with people. Sweat on his forehead, like the eaves of rain on the rain, he gently shook the string drops of water rolling to the ground. I want to remove the ironwood chopsticks from my brother’s shoulder, but “嘭 ” to cry, dropped. As soon as I was a centimeter, my toes were broken. My brother struggled to get ironwood chopsticks from Guangxi, what is good. I heard, can not afford to slag, any cut chop. I use full force, North Korea