山坡上有一座寺庙,一所学校。寺庙里有一个老和尚带着一个小和尚。学校里有一个老校长带着一群小学生。庙不大,学校也很小。两个灰扑扑的院子,不远不近地做着邻居。两个小院的人并不往来,但小院自有它们沟通的方式。天刚亮,庙里的钟声就响起来了,一响就是好一阵。那声音沉厚悠长,就像一个充满耐心的老人,挨家挨户把人们叫醒,之后一整天都沉默不语。 There is a temple on the hillside, a school. There is an old monk in the temple with a little monk. There was an old school principal with a group of schoolchildren. Temple is not large, the school is also small. Two gray flapping yard, not far from doing neighbors. The two small homes do not come in but the small homes have their own way of communicating. When it was dawn, the bell in the temple sounded, and the sound was good for a while. The sound was long and deep, like a patient old man, waking people from door to door, silent all day long.