我祖祖辈辈居住的村庄,安静地坐落在美丽的鄂中腹地。一条小河从村子里蜿蜒流过,清洌的河水养育着一方百姓,也孕育着一代人的梦想。老张是个农民,但他不是一个纯粹的农民,他读过书,当过兵,在八十年代初走出了这个小山村,又在最喧闹的年月回到了养育他的地方,成了一名人民教师。在我懵懂的记忆里,村子被大山怜惜地搂入怀中。那时的教室,黄色的泥巴裹着稻草,夯实、晒干、垒成墙,再抹上一层均匀的黄泥,也就成了教室。孩子们每天在公鸡高亢的鸣叫声里起床。放过牛,打过猪草,吃罢早 The village where my ancestors lived was quietly located in the heart of the beautiful Hubei. A small river meanders through the village, and the clear water of the river nurtures one of the common people. It also breeds a generation’s dream. Zhang was a farmer, but he was not a pure farmer. He read books, worked as a soldier, stepped out of this small village in the early 1980s, returned to the place where he raised him in the most noisy years, and became a Famous people teachers. In my ignorant memory, the village was pity to hug the mountain. At that time the classroom, the yellow mud wrapped in straw, rammed, dried, barrier into walls, and then coated with a layer of even yellow mud, it has become a classroom. Children get up every day in the roar of cock roar. Let go of cattle, played pig grass, eat stop early