村里一条溪流边的水磨坊,要改建为一座小水电站了,雪花纷飞中,一块建筑工地的木牌树立起来了——好像无数羽毛般的白蝴蝶飞舞,雪纷纷飞落在站立在溪岸边的樟树上和水磨坊的木屋上。樟树说:你走过了,在我们村庄里你应该走过的道路。有多少年月了?你的木轮一直转动着,又转动着;你不知疲倦,不知休息;在我们的村庄里,你为世代的人们砻谷、磨麦、舂米。不,我做得很不够。在我回顾我已经消逝了的时日,回顾我的过去时,我更加感觉我做得很 A water mill near the stream in the village was rebuilt into a small hydropower station. The snow was swirling. A wooden sign of a construction site was set up - as if numerous feathery white butterflies fluttered. Camphor tree and water mill on the wooden house. Camphor: You’ve come, the path you should walk in our village. How many years have passed? Your wooden wheel has been turning and turning; you tirelessly and restlessly; in our village, you have plowed, wheaten, and milled rice for generations. No, I did not do enough. When I reviewed the days when I was gone and reviewed my past, I feel more about what I did