叮叮当当,敲打着岁月。钢铁的歌唱。让镰刀、斧子、锄头……这些平凡的农具,以宝剑般的锋利,横空出世;以钢铁的硬度,行走在往后的征途。家传的手艺,让铁匠很是骄傲。于是,将一生,交给幽长的小巷,交给被煤烟熏得发黑的铺子,交给红彤彤永不熄灭的炉火。锻打着……挥动的大锤,将寂寞的时光敲碎,将苦涩的日子撵走。许多梦想,被冒着青烟的煤和火星四溅 Tinking, beating the years. Steel singing. Let the sickle, ax, hoe ... These ordinary farm tools, sword-like sharp, turned out to the hardness of steel, walking in the future journey. Spread the craft, blacksmith is very proud. So, a lifetime, to the secluded alley, to dark smoked soot, to the red never extinguished the fire. Forged ... waving the sledgehammer, the lonely time cracked, the bitter days away. Many dreams are splashed by the smoke of coal and Mars