今年回乡,去看了曾念过书的乡中心小学。伫立在新砌的校门前,几多远去又似在昨日的画面更迭,任凭思绪放飞。回首间,一路跌跌撞撞,是布满尘嚣的痕迹。念小学那会,村小只能念到四年级。以前是有五年级的,不知何故突然撤了。知道能去乡中心小学,当时的好奇和激动是如今无法想象的,因为是第一次离家去远地念书。我一路奔跑去告诉小姑,小姑的淡定让我始料未及:“还以为你考上大学了嘞,这么高兴!”现在想想,确也不值得如此兴奋,但幼小的心 Go home this year, went to the township primary school had read the book. Standing in front of the newly built school, how far away and like yesterday’s picture changes, let alone thoughts. Looking back, stumbling all the way, is full of traces of the hubbub. Primary school that will, the village can only read the fourth grade. There was a fifth grade in the past, and somehow I suddenly withdrawn. Knowing that I could go to the township elementary school, the curiosity and excitement of that time were unimaginable now because it was the first time I had gone home to study at home. I ran all the way to tell my sister, my sister’s calm let me unexpected: “I thought you admitted to university, I’m so happy! ” Now think about, really not worth so excited, but the young heart