Our hands imitate the second stanza to write a poem

Our hands are leaves,

carrying information between spring, summer, autumn and winter

making the changes in the four seasons more obvious .

Our hands are white doves,

passing peace between countries

making the world harmonious good.

Our hands are beacons,

between life and life

transmitting warmth,

igniting the hope of life.

Our hands are applause,

Between classmates

Let confident smiles,

like flowers bloom.

Our hands are the rainbow bridge,

between classmates

passing friendship,

sent Blessings and greetings.

Our hands are lights

Under the illumination of the lights,

children all over the world are no longer lonely

Sadness,

What will greet them will be a new day.