母亲的纺车文／梁森林在我的记忆中，母亲总是和纺车连在一起的。钩月初桂，阴雨萦晚，风雪侵夜，低暗的小屋里，总响着嗡嗡的纺车声。那时，我便坐在母亲怀里，在一灯荧荧的昏黄光线下，看她一手摇纺车、一手握着棉条抽线线。有时我恶作剧地把脚一伸，将线线给弄断。可母... My mother’s spinning car text / beam forest In my memory, the mother is always linked with the spinning wheel. Guiqiu early Gui, rainy night, snow invasion of the night, the dark house, the general ring buzzing spinning sound. At that moment, I sat in my mother’s arms and watched her hand spinning the sliver of cotton thread under the dim light of a lamp. Sometimes I prank my feet and break the thread. May mother ...