乔伊斯的故事-第9部分
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the bell deep in the trunk； and the mark which rubbed by the steel bar on the branch is more clearly year by year。 The branch is very thick and strong； it carries the village time。
At 6 o’clock in the evening； the sun runs away gradually。 The students le*e from the campus； and that games which played in the water side and holly side all gone。 At this moment I remember the predecessor of this campus； and it’s a huge forest。 I h*e a wrong impression about the forest； I always think that tree farm will intimidate me as a cemetery in my childhood； especially in this quiet campus。
A few footsteps are heard。 I look at some water； static； low…lying in the puddles and reflecting the moonlight。 I saw the bell in the dark hang the branch likes a nut； it stays quiet and never shakes in this moment； but the rings from him disclose his thoughts。 I also imagine enjoying it with a cheerful solo。
My mother called me in the kitchen； and I saw the *oke from kitchen chimney； I know the night sky would fall and the lights of the chimney would disappear。 She burned the dry twigs which I had picked up from the south field at afternoon； and I should saw an empty one hollowed by a woodpecker burned out the sparks； and the sparks climbed up the chimney *oke into the village’s night sky； and became stars； and dissolved clearly in some moment at last。
After dinner； the night of Xi Ling town is very beautiful。 The le*es shadow change with the moonlight； the shadow like a brush and ink painted in each wall of Xi Ling town courtyard； the shadow like a picture in Chinese ink and build…up the poetry of town’s night。
A song called “the Night Moonlight” filled in our village； it’s a familiar melody。 Supposing a crow tragic caw on someone’s roof； we always worried about the death of the old man in his family。 Crow is a witch who urges the life persistently； it rampages in the night sky； but no old man has left in this summer。 It is overflowing with new life； it is a season that we can play unfettered。
In summer night； the fireflies hide in the grass and fly toward the night sky； in this moment； all living things of village were flickering； but our partners should walk to the end of village to find the fireflies now。 The fireflies fly at the edge of village a long time； not le*ing； but not close to us。
The school gate was closed by a big lock； and we could see the fireflies flying to the windows and up to sky； or around the flag。 The moonlight flowed from the luxuriant le*es； and the bell quietly withdrew from the summer night； it relaxed to drip with some bits of music； as no one knocked on the bell； and it shakes with the wind； or it just was some echo after school。
“Who knocks the bell？” Roger asked。 “I heard ringing。”
We all closed our ears to the iron door； and h*e listened to the sound of cough more clearly and nearly。 And after a bulb lighten suddenly； the old gatekeeper walked out from the office to the well and picked up a cup of water。 He turned off the lamp again。 We all ran toward the head of road； the fireflies wrapped in the same lines； they flew from the roof of classroom to sky； and few off the most mysterious places。书 包 网 txt小说上传分享
Village
Wheat fields； the south of our village； the place of kite flying。 Rivers meander in the spring fields like a shuttle。 A unique wind blow gently in spring； and shakes the barley chase； I stood in the field and looked towards the south…west； I saw my high school stands in the edge of the township road which connects several villages。 I was going to move into the fields。
It rained last night； and everything is a new life in this morning。 Mist fell on the tree and ground； that was a meeting of mist on the tree； and if someone cries loudly then the mists will run scared。 The sun not yet undrawn his curtain； I was going to roam into the paths； they were moist and covered with dew。
If you h*e a walk toward the path full of dew； you begin the first step already； you should finish the last steps。 Your soles in the fields close to the earth； close to the growth of each size of plants and different animals； they looked forward to your step in the fields； they all were afraid of your invading。
They looked at you urgently and found you h*e taken a second step； third step； and judged you were a pedestrian； not a hunter。 They made sure that there was no danger that you were passing on your away； then they could get the resumption of the early morning quiet。 Wilderness was full the subtle tweet。 But if you are hesitant to enter and continue your steps； then you would miss the forthing bright dawn。
It was my fourth step on the ridge of field； the footprints was so soft； but also left the subsidence on the ground。 The field wanted to show you the hidden secrets when you saw the dew dripping from the edge of Chinese parasol trees。 Such a big drop hit down the ground he*ily； jumped out of the spray！
I met a drop of dew dripping in the morning； sometimes in my hat； and sometimes in the shoulders。 This was a s*ing of a cool night of melancholy； which cooled the warm of sleeping。 If it dropped in your eyes； it must be cooler than the Eye Drops to your soul； especially in the hazy spring of the wilderness。
I would climb the second floor in this morning for the morning reading。 My partners were behind me gradually； and drew close to me。 They run toward the road； and the west village’s partners attend our term from the second intersection。 We would meet in this path together outside our village； and met another village’s students； which we had met in the sample examination。 We were clas*ate now。
I met the excellent students and their friends； and we bee playmates at last。 We were not clear about clear who was a good student； who was not； but the teachers distinguish with the fractional number for us。
Ms。 Wei is a petite female teacher； she married with a big fat PE teacher； and we all worried about her。
“Mr。 Yang is double of Ms。 Wei。” Roger has pared the husband and wife。
“How about weight their children？” Roger was lost in the paring of body。
“Their children are almost like you when you are a baby。 Do you think that they will h*e a fat baby when his child born？” I had to remind him。
Roger also felt bored； and he picked a book to read。 In his book； a river was extended from a geographical map by his hand drawing。 That river meandered to the edge of page； and nearly to flow out； Roger held the book in both hands； and he shook the river。 It was very worried by me when I saw the fiver flow down； I think it must very flow quickly and out…of…control。
He read the history books again； “Zhang Heng was born in Henan Province； do you know this great person； Joyce？” he talked with me in morning reading class； and we were found by Ms。 Wei when she went around and inspect in our class。
“Joyce； stay in this classroom after class。” She said。 I baffled with the view of her le*ing to her kitchen。 Roger was placent when I was caught by our teacher。 It was a tease to me。 I begin to read Chinese books； some poems written by Lu Xun； through the busy road with the hiding of poor hat； Mr。 Lu extracted his archaic poems in the article。 I respected this author because of his spirit。
“There are some reading books on that table； Joyce； please read them in your free time； you h*e are good at writing； and I anchored my hope on you in this sample examination。” Ms。 Wei said in her kitchen； she raises the cover and likes finished her work。
“Joyce； h*e a breakfast in my family； let’s talk about some reading books； such as Reading on Middle School； ok？”
“Yes； my teacher； I very much love to talk and eat here； thank you； madam。” This room was filled up with books； and this was a study room and bedroom； the double bed take up three fifths； I thought that maybe the fat gym teacher also took up three fifths in this double bed。 Some motor vehicles passed through our middle school gate； and Roger has told my parent that I will h*e a breakfast in my teacher’s family； so I needn’t worry about my return home。
Yu Jian is a very famous poet in China； I h*e
