Junior high school students have written more than 20 lines of poems.

Clouds are like fairyland, and mountain roads are like sheep intestines. I tread lightly on the snowy peaks in the forest, feeling the fine snow falling. I walked into this snowy world like crazy, and the cold wind swept my collar and saw the edge of the iceberg.

Nothing in the world is sadder than this. Tears freeze when they can't reach your lips. Then what can't be forgotten?

Pure white does not allow any color, as if the world is upside down and the heart is in gv 10.

This is what we are looking for, the feeling of being lost in the bustling city.