如今,四角楼已是一片断墙瓦砾, 没有人能够再听到它的钟声了。惟有在 我记忆的清晨里,耳边还回响着四角楼 那清脆的钟声,一声又一声…… 四角楼无楼,只是一个带楼的地 名。两间土屋,是我小学时的母校,一 间是教室,一间是老师的办公室兼卧 室。 老师姓陈,是一位五十多岁的老 头,同学中有叫他老师的,有喊他大伯 Today, the four-corner building is a piece of wall rubble. No one can hear it again. Only in the morning that I remembered, I heard the crisp bells of the four corners of the ear, and heard the sound again and again... The four-story building had no buildings, it was just a place with a floor. The two huts are the alma mater of my elementary school. One is a classroom and the other is a teacher’s office and bedroom. The teacher surnamed Chen was an old man in her fifties. Among the classmates, there was a teacher who called him, and he called him uncle.