I am a boat
Swaying the chalk gently
The polished oar
Rowing in the direction of the classroom
The blue lake
The rows of white on the blackboard
are not seagulls
but the waves of wisdom
< p> Jumping on the lakeAnd the children, like a bunch of
new lotuses that have just revealed their sharp corners
are swaying in the lake
Fighting for each blossom
Jumping waves, waves
Every pistil, every petal
is five thousand years of civilization A splendid chapter
The lotuses are growing happily
I rowed persistently to the middle of the lotuses
The lotuses< /p>
Crowd around me
I used a small paddle
to clear away the weeds in the lotus
With my hot hands
p>
Lovingly brushing away the cobwebs on the lotus
Brushing away the lotus
Growing pains
The blank space in life
To the lotus
The fragrance of the flowers
The greenness of the leaves
The humility of the roots
The tenacity of the stems
Gave the lotus
Integrity and elegance
Noble faith
I rowed in the middle of the lotus
Watching with joy Looking at this one
Looking at that one with joy
In my heart that is beating wildly, a kind of
golden harvest is quietly
< p> PrecipitationA long, long time
I slowly, slowly
walked away from the lotus filled with knowledge
< p> Happily, rowed awayFull of lakes and mountains
Full of lotus fragrance
Rowed away, left behind
Leaving behind a smile rippling in the ripples
with a few wrinkles