亚麻词最早被母亲从黎明唤醒,从浸泡的水缸里捞出,一双发红劳作的手在为我清贫的童年遮风和御寒。含着泪滴的记忆,来自于日夜不肯停歇的织机,来自于姐姐新婚的嫁衣和幸福的哭泣,来自于走南闯北的父亲肩头装满叮嘱的背包。隔着饥荒和苦难,一个粗糙的词,在养家糊口、传承接代;隔着千山和万水,一个 Linen word was first awakened by dawn from the mother, remove from the soaking tank, a pair of red working hands in my childhood poor childhood shelter and warm. The memory with teardrops comes from looms that day and night, from the wedding dress of the elder sister and the cry of happiness, from the shoulder of his father who flies to the north. Across the famine and misery, a rough word, in the family life, heritage inheritance; across the mountains and thousands of water, one