缸破了。缸是咋破的无人知道,不像人病了疼了痒了是有征兆的,会呻吟。缸破是无声的。家里有五口大缸,粗细不一高低不等,颜色也不一样,有深棕色、浅棕色、浅黑色和墨色的,其中一个是淡黄色的,它们齐刷刷地摆放在我家的窑垴里。没有谁比母亲更爱惜缸了。每天的清早,阳光还没有扑进窑洞的时候,做完晨礼的母亲,第一件事情就是拿起她破旧的抹布向缸走去,她对着缸,蹲下身子。母亲抹缸是精细的,满怀感激的样子, Broken cylinder. The cylinder is broken no one knows, unlike human pain itchy it is a sign of, will moan. Broken cylinder is silent. The family has five vats, varying in height and thickness, the color is not the same, there are dark brown, light brown, light black and ink, one of which is light yellow, they are uniformly placed in my house kiln垴 Lane. No one loves the cylinder more than the mother. Every morning early in the morning, when the sunshine has not thrown into the cave, the first thing she does is to pick up her dilapidated rag and walk toward the tank. She is facing the tank and crouches down. Mother wiping cylinder is fine, full of gratitude look,