一山野的风,一路跌跌撞撞地扑打着我们的车窗。在临近鹅湖村庄时,山风一脚踩空,惊起路边的布谷,两声长,一声短,清清亮亮的。一只布谷在我们的上空清叫了一句,像一滴饱满的水珠,“噗”的一声,倏地溅向不远之处的一座古建筑。一下车,我就看见了“鹅湖书院”四个大字。两扇木门上的铜环,滴不尽绿色的锈迹。似乎一伸手,便能从铜锈中触摸到遥远的 A mountain of wind, stumbled all the way to beat our windows. In the village near the goose lake, the mountain wind kick empty, surprised the roadside Valley, two long, short, clear and bright. A cloth valley cleared a sentence over us, like a drop of full drops of water, “puff” soon, suddenly splashed to an ancient building not far away. Get off the car, I saw “Goose Lake College ” four characters. Two wooden doors of the copper ring, dripping endless green rust. Seems to reach out, from a touch of copper rust in a distant place