The sun and the moon fly by, blurring the years;
Time flies by, and the fleeting years are indifferent.
When the past gradually merges into the deep sleep on the rocking chair,
When the moonlight silently accompanies the sleepless nights.
The laughter of a group of children will always ring in my ears,
It reminds me of my distant thoughts;
There will always be a warm memory in my mind,
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Bring the smile back to the corners of your mouth.
It was an autumn after a storm,
It was a group of energetic teenagers;
The eyes were filled with innocence and innocence,
There is pure romance in the smile;
The catastrophe did not extinguish their desire for knowledge,
The turmoil did not dry up their splendid ideals.
They formed a double-managed band,
They were an enviable middle school art class.
How many dark mornings,
The sound of musical instruments awakened the sleeping dawn;
How many golden dusk,
Campus The atmosphere echoed with hard work.
They are dedicated students in class,
they can recite "I miss Beijing" into middle age;
They are small students in the orchestra pit Le Tong,
An orchestral performance amazed Qin Tian in Guo Di.
Now I can no longer remember those melodies,
Time has already wrinkled my face;
But in my longing,
They will always be a group of young people.
The moment we meet again after forty years,
It seems like we have only been apart for a few days;
The teachers and students who are far apart embrace each other,
The sincere feelings are as before.
Today is Children’s Day again,
The drums and trumpets are still booming in the distant campus;
The crisp children’s voices are childish,
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It’s like the joyful noise of chicks under the eaves in early spring.
Happy applause is like the spring breeze blowing through the green forest,
causing the old leaves on the branches to tremble.
Oh, that is when it is telling its wishes in its heart,
That is when it is recalling the fleeting years like a song and a dream.