Only butterflies stop on the swing beside the playground.
The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chirping and writing hard.
Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for childhood games.
There is everything in the welfare society, except that there is not a dime in the pocket.
Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party, who grabbed the sword?
Why haven't the boys in the next class passed my window yet?
Snacks in my mouth, cartoons in my hand, my first childhood.
I always wait until I go to bed to know that I have only done a little homework.
I always have to wait until the exam to know that I haven't read the book yet.
An inch of time is an inch of gold. The teacher said that an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.
Day after day, year after year, a daze childhood.
No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain.
No one can tell me whether there are immortals living in the mountains.
How many days always a person staring at the sky in a daze.
So curious, so fantasizing about such a lonely childhood.
Dragonflies fly over the green rice fields in the sun.
Neither watercolor crayons nor kaleidoscopes can draw the colors on the horizon.
When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors?
Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growth.
Oh, day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up.
Rong Shu by the pond