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Kan Kan cut Tan Xi's tone.
Lang Lang comes from a newly-built primary school.
It is obviously different from the scene when the Book of Songs was collected.
At the moment, it is scattered in various fields.
They are all pronounced in standard Mandarin.
On the country road outside the school
A big truck full of coal or coke is ready to go.
They will run to the expressway in high spirits when it is dark.
Then attack the city and plunder the land
Fall into the green and gloomy city in the south
Just at the moment, it's still early.
A warm breeze is blowing.
Wooden ox cart full of wild flowers
Under the guidance of a female teacher who just graduated from normal university.
Barely cross an imaginary river
Lively folk songs in the breath of old cows.
In the transparent smile of the female teacher
Climb into a pile
The owner of the ox cart got out of the car.
get dressed
Gradually, words of awe
Carved on long and short bamboo slips
Spring sunshine is like spring flowers.
Paint his face golden.
A coal porter hiding under a tree.
His face was dark and he smoked shorter and shorter cigarettes impatiently.
They are in the bright sunshine.
Keep looking up at the sky.
Cursing the slight hesitation at night in the local dialect.
A whole group of people
There is only light rain in grade six, and his father has read some books.
Like a real scholar at the moment.
He hides alone in folk songs or
The corner that the female teacher can't see with her eyes.
More than half of the exercise books left with a light rain.
After carefully calculating this long journey
A little gain that may be brought back.
A teenager ran across the field.
A teenager ran across the field.
His schoolbag hangs over his shoulder.
In the early morning sunshine, his speed is faster than that of spring.
He is the only person alive in the bare field.
He stopped at the gate of the village factory for a short time.
Let the people working in the factory raise their heads in unison.
Then he ran directly into the classroom at seven o'clock.
The rising sun is as calm as he is.
He combined the glory of the family.
Dig new dreams for yourself.
His great-grandfather was a real farmer in this village.
Now I am lying on a barren land, which I have been cultivating for the past few years.
His grandfather is the earliest vegetable vendor in the village.
Sitting alone in the concierge of the country factory at the moment.
His father stays in this busy city all the year round now.
Work hard on things that run counter to the ground.
Standing on a higher and higher scaffold
Maybe you can also feel the vastness of the sky.
But he doesn't enjoy the freedom of flying.
It happened to farmers, but they are still called migrant workers today.
I like his well-dressed and fashionable son.
I have never been to Taiwan Province Province or Hongkong.
But he was called Little Jay Chou by more than half of his classmates.
A teenager ran across the field.
Now only he can get close to the soil every day.
Just a lonely spring.
There is no longer a green wheat seedling growing there.
More like a bumpy runway on campus.
There is only this moment every morning.
Let teenagers feel the vastness of the countryside with their feet.
More often, he is actually like a free wind.
I didn't abandon myself.
early spring
If there are no more butterflies willing to fly alone in the dust
This little boy may be the only one in the whole rural world.
You can also feel the freedom to fly.