乔伊斯的故事- 第8部分

　　I　never　want　to　study　in　school　before。

　　Because　I　h*en’t　played　all　the　games　in　my　childhood　time；　but　the　moment　of　the　new　pool　which　I　h*e　exc*ated　in　a　pile　of　sand　didn’t　appear　all　the　time；　and　I　thought　that　I　can’t　finish　building　my　manor；　so　I　break　the　pool　and　follow　my　mother　to　the　school　which　near　to　my　family。

　　Attending　school　is　the　only　choice　because　I　feel　nobody　would　play　a　game　with　me。　It　was　a　very　disheartened　moment。　I　feel　very　unhappy　when　I　walk　along　that　sand　pile；　I　know　it　is　a　unpleted　work　for　me　when　I　want　build　my　manor　in　my　childhood；　that　must　be　the　most　sorry　moment　when　I　walk　by　that　pool。

　　If　a　child　has　an　unpleted　building　in　his　childhood；　and　breaks　it　by　himself　like　me；　I　truly　want　to　ask　him　a　question。　Was　he　feeling　happy　in　his　childhood？　If　we　can　ask　one　question　when　they　attend　school；　I　want　to　ask　why　they　went　to　school？　I　want　to　know　the　motivation　of　study；　maybe　someone　goes　to　school　for　an　award　of　ice　cream。　If　he　goes　to　school；　his　mother　will　give　him　some　pocket　money。　Although　someone　feels　alone　when　his　friends　all　went　to　school；　when　his　girl　next　door　also　hangs　her　schoolbag　over　her　shoulder；　likewise　he　want　to　be　a　student　like　his　brother。

　　Maybe　he　brings　the　disturbance　to　the　henhouse；　or　he　turnover　his　mother’s　needlework　basket。　I　also　guess　whether　I　will　follow　my　mother’s　hand　and　go　to　school　if　I　can　build　my　manor　in　the　sand　pile　and　my　neighbor　never　use　that　sand　pile　to　repair　his　courtyard　wall。

　　Without　the　stories　from　school；　I　can’t　meet　with　the　child　cowherd　in　the　spring　of　ancient　poetry；　I　lose　the　scenery　of　my　hometown　which　is　described　like　two　poems：　“The　February　winds　blow　over　the　weeping　willow”　and　“Trim　the　le*es　like　a　scissors。”

　　And　if　you　want　to　sport　fishing　with　a　river　of　snow；　it’s　very　implausible；　you　can　go　fishing　at　our　river；　take　a　seat　on　the　bridge　which　stands　in　the　middle　of　the　east　village　and　west　village。　In　the　upper　river；　you　can　fish　with　the　distant　sun　in　my　village；　although　if　you　turn　your　back　toward　the　sun　and　look　at　the　village　changes　into　a　snow　country　after　the　he*y　snow。

　　But　in　this　season；　the　flowers　of　Chinese　scholar　trees　also　cover　the　village　airspace。　From　the　one　second　floor　window　we　can　see　and　*ile　at　the　full…bodied　flowers。　I　also　sleep　under　those　flowers　and　*ile　at　the　delicate　fragrance；　the　potpourri　washes　over　my　pillow　like　a　stream　of　running　water。

　　My　father　also　stands　by　the　raised　platform　around　a　well；　he　cannot　drink　the　unboiled　water　because　he　has　stomach　illness；　so　he　has　to　wait　for　his　bowl　of　hot　water；　and　in　this　moment　he　re…attaches　to　the　building　which　peeled　off　the　chimney　in　summer。

　　He　is　a　good　mason　in　our　village；　but　the　mason’s　chimney　also　drops　off　some　clod；　and　his　courtyard　wall　is　also　waiting　to　be　repaired　in　this　*all　village。　The　juvenile　peach　branches　stretch　out　my　courtyard　and　can　be　touched　by　some　schoolchild。　The　peach　tree　shakes　behind　my　father　and　makes　the　whole　courtyard　shaking　in　my　mind。　My　father’s　hot　water　cool　down　with　the　wind；　and　I　also　sleep　lazily　and　don’t　worry　about　going　to　school　tomorrow。　。　想看书来

School　Fee
My　father　es　back　with　cash　for　my　school　fee。　The　cash　can　be　regarded　as　a　big　expenditure　for　my　family。　Absolutely！　And　in　that　time　I　can’t　think　out　a　way　to　spend　ten　Yuan　on　something；　but　I　know　this　situation　will　change　tomorrow；　because　I　will　go　to　school。　Some　schoolchild　play　a　game　of　chicken；　they　all　run　into　the　classroom　suddenly　when　I　want　to　join　with　them；　then　the　class　ring　remind　us　back　to　the　classroom；　and　I　run　with　them　into　a　room　with　shabby　windows。

　　What　we　finish　a　day’s　class；　I　can’t　remember　anymore；　I　only　care　about　the　game　I　h*e　played　or　didn’t　play。　After　the　last　student　was　carried　to　the　classroom；　the　class　begins　truly。　I　remember　the　blackboard　was　scribble　by　the　chalk；　and　the　chalk　line　clearly　more　and　more　in　that　afternoon　I　know　I　begin　to　study。　I　feel　the　strokes　of　a　Chinese　characters；　I　feel　my　mind　clearly　gradually。　My　neighbor　is　different　with　the　one　who　was　seen　in　the　field　when　he　stand　in　the　dais；　his　cloths　looks　very　clean。

　　Maybe　the　ine　of　the　first　class　is　an　impulse　of　h*ing　a　colored　chalk；　and　then　we　can　play　with　the　colored　chalk　in　the　blackboard　from　one　side　to　another　side　when　the　class　is　over。　We　draw　a　picture　in　the　blackboard　with　the　chalk　which　our　teacher　used　and　build　our　configuration　objects　painting。

　　Maybe　the　interesting　of　mimicry　is　a　instinct　of　human　being；　he　is　a　child　whether　he　h*e　went　for　a　walk　in　the　country　in　spring；　or　h*e　play　the　game　of　kite　in　spring；　whatever　he　h*e　done　when　he　played　with　the　sunshine　and　flyer；　he　must　feel　the　spring　in　his　childhood　at　least　once。　And　whatever　he　thought　about　the　easterlies；　he　has　flied　kites　with　it。

　　I　also　met　the　same　landscape　in　our　language　books；　and　we　also　h*e　the　same　childhood　with　the　color　pictures　which　print　in　the　first　few　pages　of　the　language　books。　And　in　that　time　we　all　believe　that　there　must　be　an　old　man　fishing　in　the　river　with　the　pure　white　snow　in　the　winter；　and　he　is　fishing　day　after　day　and　changing　into　an　old　verse。　But　we　can　think　about　those　pictures　now　only　if　we　h*e　a　poet’s　fancy　and　courage。　　I　feel　the　morning　reading　one　day　when　I　lingerer　around　school　building；　and　in　that　day　I　don’t　go　to　school。

　　Yes；　I　cut　a　class　in　my　childhood。

　　When　the　famer　irrigates　in　the　field；　I　shuttle　in　a　noiseless　alleyway　in　my　village　and　the　indistinct　class　where　I　always　read　some　archaic　poems　that　I　h*e　wearied。　I　feel　alone　in　that　time　when　I　separate　from　the　big　group；　my　school。

　　The　khaki　road　extend　far　away；　I　roam　in　my　village　from　the　north　to　the　southward。　The　flaps　of　sparrow　in　the　sky　break　this　stillness；　and　I　remember　two　verses　of　book　when　I　roam　by　riverside　behind　the　school　building。　And　I　always　remember　the　picture　aside。

　　A　seed　is　sown　in　spring。　A　harvest　is　reaped　in　autumn。

　　The　villager　poetize　the　first　verse　in　the　northern　field；　the　river　flows　to　the　south　with　the　gold　leaf　of　sunshine；　flows　to　the　south　with　me　and　drains。　When　I　walk　in　the　end　of　the　river；　I　know　one　river　is　dead　in　the　south　of　my　village；　and　that　place　is　spacious　as　a　big　river；　the　dead　le*es　overlaid　the　nude　riverbed。

　　The　evening　is　going　to　end　here；　the　river　burned　crimson　in　the　setting　sun；　and　the　setting　sun　plains　never　to　deceive　anybody；　it　fall　down　fair；　and　hide　his　whereabouts　with　the　black　fog。　And　it　rise　again　up　the　housetop　of　the　canteen　in　the　east　village；　ing　with　the　golden　color；　le*ing　with　the　golden　color；　so　the　sun　mast　be　the　golden　color；　the　white　radiance　is　the　tired　and　misty　eye　merely。

　　The　class　teacher；　Ms。　Ren　knocks　on　our　door　in　the　sun　falling　time。　She　talks　with　my　parents　about　nothing。　She　only　arranges　the　homework　with　me　and　exhorts　me　to　go　to　school　tomorrow　with　a　gentle　manner　of　speaking；　and　I’m　suddenly　aware　of　this　holiday；　I　f