父亲有把极其锋利的刀。他揣在怀里,挂在腰间,插在小腿肚的绑带上,很少将它丢在布满蜘蛛网的角落里。即使他睡了,也会把它放在沾满脑油的枕头边。只要一闲下来,父亲便磨刀。一块从山东泰山几经辗转,风尘仆仆来到安徽的石头,以其无与伦比的坚硬,成就了父亲的那把刀。父亲半蹲半坐在枣树底下,就着从枝丛中泄漏下来的月光,一下一下十分认真地磨刀。刀和石头的碰撞,发出沙沙的 Father has extremely sharp knife. He hides in his arms, hangs on his waist, inserts himself in the strap of the calf, rarely throws it in the corner of a spider web. Even if he is asleep, he will put it on a pillow covered with oil. As long as a free, my father will sharpen. A piece of rock from Shandong Taishan after many, long-distance travel to Anhui stone, with its unparalleled hard, the achievements of his father’s knife. Squat half sit under the jujube father, on the moonlight leaked from the branches and Cong, look a very serious sharpening. The collision between the knife and the stone, issued a rustling