每当窗外铃声响起，我不会哗然离座，总是偎依在窗口，倚着头，静静地、静静地站着。静静地听。听那和风拂动树叶的沙沙声，听那潺潺流水撞击石头的淙淙声，听那小鸟婉转悠扬的吟唱声。静静地看。看那一层铺一层黛青的山峰有如远在天涯，看那瓦蓝的天幕上白云轻盈飘过，看那雄 Whenever the bell rang out of the window, I wouldn’t be distracted from my seat. I would always lean on the window, leaning against my head and stand quietly and quietly. Listen quietly. Listen to the wind rustling the leaves and hear the rustling sound of the turbulent water, and listen to the humming humming of the bird. Look quietly. Look at the layer of green hills that are covered with blue green clouds. As far away as the horizon, look at the blue sky of the sky blue sky and drift lightly. Look at that.