如雨的钟声纷落而下时 我正在记忆的林问行走 拨开重重树叶纯朴的孩子们 像暮归的鸟儿 简单的思绪被铃声召唤 多么空旷的山村呵 喧闹的清晨与静哀的黄昏 小路上奔跑的孩子们 烂漫的身影跳跃在父母的眼睛里 置身其中 钟声消融了我的童年 成长的轨迹 循着钟声的叶脉延伸 手中的教 When the rain is falling down, I’m talking about the memories of the forest. Picking off the heavy leaves Simple birds like twilight birds Simple thoughts were summoned by the ringtones how the open mountain village Noisy morning and quiet evening Children running in the path of a poor figure jumping in the eyes of their parents in which the bells melted the trajectory of my childhood growth Follow the bell of the veins extend the hands of teaching