记忆的窗户似乎已打开得太久,常常挥之不去、关闭不了。40年啦,它依旧是那么清晰。那天早上,1977年初春的一天,天空好像还是灰蒙蒙的,空气中还透着丝丝的凉意。第二节课下课啦,“老钟同志”敲响了下课的钟声,那高挂于百年老树上的大钟发出的声响极富立体感地回荡在整个校园的上空,在文山州一中读初三的我们听到钟声后迅速地冲出教室,向球场方向涌去。广播体操的音乐从大喇叭中飘出,我们开始做广播体操。咦!怎么回事?老 The window of memory seems to have been open for too long, often lingering, can not be closed. 40 years, it is still so clear. That morning, in the early spring of 1977, the sky seemed gloomy, with the slightest coolness in the air. The second class after class, “old bell comrades ” sounded the bell of get out of class, that the clock that hangs on the hundred year-old tree makes a very three-dimensional sense of echo in the sky over the campus, in Wenshan After we heard the bells, we rushed out of the classroom quickly to the stadium. Radio gymnastics music floated from the big speaker, we started doing radio gymnastics. What’s up?