我的中学校园是由一个大姓祠堂改建成的,石柱雕梁,青砖红瓦,庄严肃穆。当年我读高中时,学校的历史已有五十余年。面对日起日落、蝶飞草长,伴着院内参天白杨的疯长、亭亭如盖的梧桐叶绿,最能见证的是悬挂在校门口的那个犁铧铃。一次次春去秋来,一年年翩翩蝶舞,一声声金蝉长鸣,一个个如白杨般成长的少年 My high school campus was converted from a surname ancestral hall into a stone pillar carved beams, red brick, solemn. When I was in high school, the school’s history has been more than 50 years. In the face of the sunset from day to day, butterflies flying grass long, accompanied by the sky towering astronomical astronomical asparagus green, the most witness is hanging in the school gate that plowshare bell. Time and again to spring and autumn, the year graceful splendor, barking long cicada, one by one as young as a poplar growth