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d courtyard； and I watch to the bullfinch on the tree with the lost mood； I stand in front of the school gate and was suffocated by the flying dusts from the dry ground； and my good spirits also lost with the flute and crown made from the swallow in spring。
I h*e hovered very quietly in the school after class and bee one part of school； I always look into the address of some letters from the office windows； some building and streets of the address outside the Xi Ling town and written in the last line on the letters。 Those address contact with our village and means that someone outside remembers and thinks about my fellow villagers； just like my father misses us。 Then the Xi Ling town must be the center of those people。
I stand by the flag tower； confused thought about those things。 A bulging envelope was discarded on the reception office table。 It must contain a long massage； a conversation that may not occur eventually。 I want to tell the writer that there is no evidence of this person； but it is a job for the postman。 And I only ramble in our school like a guard。
I wandered in the campus and met grandpa when he teaches his students music class； they step forward while lifting one arm toward the sun； singing： East Is Red； the sun rose。 Those few students actually pointed with a fist to the sunset singing。
I look forward to the time to study music with grandpa，but he was transferred outside the village school as the only other family names； so music class was abolished in our primary school。 And I don’t show the pride and joy when my teacher told me the sample examination result； although I win all prizes。 No music lessons； no abacus class； I h*e forgotten； however I go on disappointed。
I h*e prepared for a long time in my heart to study those classes； and my hope of music class and abacus class was collapsed and flooded。 I’m a student with a bias； but they did not understand why only I can get the best achievement。 I h*e been unable to understand what they thought about me when I performed above the crowding of their children in their school for five years。 How do they fort their descendants as poor students？
My grandpa lives in the south village； he must be more near to the sunshine。 He sit in the red lacquer wooden chair under the sun in his central courtyard； and bright as the sun。
“Good； work hard！” he always said。
“There are only a few students in our family； you should try to make a good showing。” He said by himself and eyes over go my head to the last step of the sun setting； I think it’s a private ceremony to him when he talks about this。
“Grandpa； what I can get if I go to a college？”
He wanted me to be a college student without stopping。 I think it maybe the same as our primary school。
“University can give you a job； ah； you needn’t worry about your job forever when you graduated。” He said happily as if his grandson has got the university admission notice。
“You are *art and assiduous in studying； you can take your brothers out of the rural areas when you succeed。” He entered in the reveries。 He likes to play Erhu； I h*e heard from my mother that my father has studied in an opera before。
In a village courtyard； they played with the Erhu； three…stringed plucked instrument； and drum； they played and song a drama which called Zhuge Liang Pays a Mourning Call。 I h*e not seen the play before； I only listen to my father singing at home when he alone in the kitchen and his voice play to an extreme； like in the theater。 He always did everything in a thorough manner； just like the hope of me to learn more and more abilities。 And I learn in this kind of family and school。
The cement and steel of flag bee cold in the evening； the shrugged flagpole straight toward the sky； and has been rusting now。 The spaces among the three rows classroom were filled with a large number of footprints； and empty now； like a row of old cadres’ courtyard。 The copper bell hangs in the doorway tree； its steel bar who has hitched 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； a