The forest in front of the community,
Our footsteps often come.
We like to listen quietly in the forest,
Listen to mysterious and interesting sounds.
-We listen to the sound of green leaves.
Breathe gently,
We listen to tender bamboo shoots.
Rush out of the center of the earth silently;
We listen to larks.
Slide down from the blade,
We listen to the songs of ants.
Crisp and charming.
I like being in the Woods.
Write poetry,
You like being in the Woods
Design prose.
You appreciate my poems.
Harmonious rhythm,
I appreciate your prose.
Implicit charm.
We are often in the Woods.
Pick a basket of blue mushrooms,
Rabbits raised for the cleaning group
Serve delicious food.
We are often in the Woods.
Catch a butterfly,
Send it to our building.
Beautiful mark.
The forest in front of the community,
Is the cradle of life.
Every tree, every grass,
Full of warmth,
Even if I grow up tomorrow,
also won't
Lose that innocence.
Write a poem modeled after "the Woods at the gate of the campus"