木耳是探听风声的耳朵我熟悉那些小小的耳朵,贴附在木头上,倾听大地的风声。村庄的历史是木耳听来的,辗转,飘零,动荡与金戈铁马,都曾在木耳的耳郭里交响。木耳无奈。作为一截不能行走的木头,如果一旦生出木耳来,就消失了功用,只能藏匿在村庄的一角,日夜聆听。那排架子车,是父亲当木匠的时候做的,车把是桑木,车框是榆木,车板是柳 Fungus is the ear to sniff wind I am familiar with those little ears, attached to the wood, listen to the wind of the earth. The history of the village is heard by the fungus, tossing, wandering, turmoil, and treacherous horses, all in the edible fungus symphony. Fungus helpless. As a part of the wood can not walk, once the fungus, it disappeared, only hid in the corner of the village, day and night to listen. That row of shelves car, when the father was a carpenter to do, the handlebar is mulberry, the car frame is elm, the car willow