我家的那只老蒜臼起用于上世纪70年代初,当时是家中必备的生活用具,现虽已闲置多年,我仍悉心保存着。老蒜臼承载了太多太多的岁月沧桑、美好往事,闲暇时,我常呆望着它,思绪回到从前,心头溢满温暖。1973年,我才8岁,父亲遭遇矿难早早离世,母亲心脏病复发住进县城的医院,舅舅伯伯们忙着在医院护理母亲,家里只剩下上小学一年级的我。这天,四舅妈从8里地外的姥姥家赶来陪我,手里还拎了个布兜,打开一看,是一套崭新的蒜臼。舅妈说,她娘家我四姨夫是个石匠,自己打制的,蒜锤是用梨木做的,亲戚一家给一套,这套是给我家的。我瞅着 The old garlic from my house was used in the early 70s of last century. At that time, it was a must-have item for my family. Although I had been idle for many years, I still kept it carefully. Old garlic mortar bearing too many vicissitudes of life years, a better past, leisure time, I often stare at it, my thoughts back to the past, my heart full of warmth. In 1973, I was 8 years old, my father died of a mine disaster early death, her mother had a heart attack and reclaimed a hospital in the county town. Uncles and uncles were busy nursing mothers in the hospital, leaving me only at first grade. This day, four aunt came from outside my grandmother home to accompany me, his hand also carry a cloth pocket, opened it, is a brand new garlic mortar. My aunt said her uncle’s uncle, my uncle is a stonemason, his own system, garlic hammer is made of pear wood, relatives to one, this set is for my home. I looked