Create honesty,
A bald head laughs at a black head.
A lifetime of training is gone,
Erase the traces and let future generations.
Chalk sings the second song
Black soil planting is not idle,
Willing to draw Fiona Fang for students.
Run out of life, no complaints,
Pave the way for the latter in the literary world.
chalk
The heart is flawless,
Sprinkle with flying snow and dust.
Inch is better than ink,
The wax torch carved deep marks.