极弱的乐调从墙内飘荡墙外,土墙壁面残留着一行脱落不全“再穷不能穷教育”的字迹。乐调隐隐约约萦绕在土墙上。墙顶立着锋利的玻璃碴,玻璃尖似乎把阳光戳个稀碎,光点在玻璃碴尖闪烁。院内,扬起尘土。一伙人,踩着矫健的步伐,跺踏地面。随扬起的尘土练着舞蹈,他们呈方队。一个头上系着红头绳的男人,站在方队前,跳一段,停一段。双手叉腰面对着方队指指点点,汗水在他的额头上积珠,也许是他年岁大 Weak music from the wall floating wall, the wall of the wall left a row of incomplete “poor education can not be poor,” the handwriting. Music looming linger in the dirt wall. Sharp glass balustrades on the top of the wall, the glass tip seems to stamp the sun a shattered, light point in the glass bald scintillator. Hospital, raise dust. A group of people, stepping on vigorous pace, stomp on the ground. Dance with the raised dust, they were square team. A man with a red head rope on his head stands in front of a square team and jumps for a while. His hands akimbo square team pointing, sweat beads in his forehead, perhaps his age