Nanhu Woods outside the wall of Yongyu Leyi Middle School
The wind shadows are dancing, the water waves are green, and the morning fog shines brightly. Fallen leaves, the sound of books, birds singing and flowers dreaming, songs sprinkled in the depths of flowers.
Play in the forest, hit the water in the middle of the lake, and the waves will not get lost. Youth, poetry, courage and fearlessness.
A message from the white birch and a souvenir from the red maple, flying for nine days. After vicissitudes of life, through hardships and hardships, pine plum bones have been trained.
As the years passed, the annual rings approached, and Wan Li's feelings remained the same. It's spring again, and I think you should, like flowers.