孩童时，爷爷像讲古样讲给我听——村口榆树上悬挂的大铁钟，那是兵荒马乱年头扔下的废炮弹，把弹头扭下来当钟用，使劲一敲啊，堡子人家都能听清。听爷爷这么一讲，我再听到钟响，总有点心惊！办“大食堂”的年月，每听到钟声，我便提起饭桶去打饭，回家路上，生怕把稀粥晃出 When I was a child, my grandfather talked to me about the old style - the big iron bell hanging from the elm trees in the village entrance. It was a cannonball dropped from a horse-wagging year and the warhead was knocked down. clear. Listen to my grandfather say so, I heard the bell again, always a little scared! Do “big canteen” years, every time I heard the bell, I would like to bring rice to eat rice, go home on the road, for fear of shaking out a gruel