初夏的一个周末。我从九山二期公园出来,临时起意想去一侧的四中看看,它是我教了二十年书的学校。还在九山桥上就听见歌声从“八角亭”那边迤逦而来。记忆中的八角亭是四中几位老教师的住房,它的东边是矮小的房子,南边是菜田,沿着田埂拐来拐去的九山河,春夏是浮萍,秋冬是枯叶,鲜少美感,以致于 A summer early summer weekend. I come out from the Jushan two parks, temporarily looking to go to the side of the fourth look, it is I taught twenty years of school. Still heard on the Jiu-Shan Bridge singing from the “octagonal Pavilion” over there. Memory of the octagonal pavilion is the fourth of several old teachers housing, east of it is a small house, south of the vegetable fields, along the turnaround Tiancun Shui Jiushanhe, spring and summer are duckweed, autumn and winter are dead leaves, fresh Less beautiful, so that