The flute is loud and clear.
you
Set sail again
Today is an unusual day.
Just arrived at a small station in life.
Want it again
Sail to the other side of the port overnight.
An unusual day
You started sailing again.
Raise the sail forward again
With a sailor's desire
Set sail again
Find that
A fascinating treasure hunt
A mysterious and sacred temple
You are children in July.
The power of salt is injected into your body.
Let's go.
Do not hesitate.
Don't hesitate.
Hold the steering wheel of life
win
Right in front of you.
Let's go.
In the direction of the rising sun.
Article 2: Impression of starting school
School begins, I'm back, and class begins.
Reading English textbooks and listening to foreign languages, I am stupid.
Economics, mainly mathematics.
Rational people do things uneconomically.
In the square, pigeons are still so active, chasing each other.
On campus, students are still so lively and come and go.
The first day of school ushered in the warmest sunshine in winter.
Shine on people's faces, filled with happy expression.
It won't last long. In a few days.
There is no sun, there is a strong wind, and people who blow it are so cold.
There are many puzzles in the windy world.
On the lake, layers of ripples are the footprints of the wind and never give up.
Between the branches, the rippling leaves are the dance partners of the wind, with beautiful posture.
On the main road, people are staggered, which is the impression of the wind, lingering.
Our campus, in winter.
Without camphor trees and osmanthus branches, there would be no green.
No matter how many people there are, there is no vitality in the depressed season.
Every semester, I will meet many people and have many stories.
I don't know if there is a future you, how far away you are waiting, wandering and looking for.
A week has passed, and there is no retention, only a sigh.
A sigh, a little emotion, all gone.
Leisure time, walking alone
Suddenly, I saw black buds growing on the weak willow branches.
Wait for the day when spring blooms, and find another spring in college.
Chapter 3: The first day of school
A wave of passion
Cheers that make life melodious.
Life receives the beautiful sunshine from the morning sun.
At the suggestion of friends and relatives.
Greetings from villages and towns
Rich in the embrace of the motherland, Warwick
Melody of youth
Surrounded by school bells
The love in my heart has told you a thousand times.
In the laughter of parents.
Have a child's ambition to seek.
In the silence of parents
Worried about the growth of children
The teacher inspired the pure spirit of the soul.
The strength of struggle is linked with the prosperity of the country.
Students yearn for the tides of the sea.
In the classroom of knowledge
A mast is being built to capture science and technology to revitalize the country.
How many question marks are there on the first day of school?
Knot in exploration and stay in the years.
Good mood to fly.
It's all a journey with heart.
Chapter four: On the eve of school.
Dark night sky
It seems that my heart is so lonely
Suddenly a firework flew across the sky.
When my heart aches.
The sky is beautiful.
One fireworks after another.
Become rich and colorful
The earth is a little lonely
Yuanxiao snack
Let's have fun.
I have my own concerns.
Concerned about future study
School starts tomorrow.
I don't know how the grades are.
lack confidence
I'm afraid I'll fall on my forehead.
Dark night sky
It seems that my heart is so worried
Suddenly a meteor flashed by.
Just as I wanted.
Chapter 5: First year, junior year.
The semester begins.
Think about the smoke coming out of your mouth.
Life is still natural.
What wine, poetry, death
Ignore all the reasons
Read a few words
Like a lotus leaf in a lotus pond
Even too delicate mind.
I have nothing to say to you.
This gust of wind fell on the campus
You said it was autumn in the north.
My junior year was in a daze.
Throw away old faces and refresh classrooms and textbooks.
Are they all in this circle of reincarnation?
Chapter VI: Opening the School
I don't like this day.
Finally arrived, wiping the family towel.
And the smell of sweat.
Those warm, long-lost seasons.
Or a year's hug
In my dream, tears are the lessons of lovesickness and missing.
Write bit by bit
Parents, dear, I only have a gentle call.
Pave a lonely and rugged road
You don't know, but what you remember is.
The flickering lights in the distance.
The eye of life I want to wear
There is no time to pick up the scattered dime.
These faces that can't get up the steps
Only crying
Looking at the bulging autumn fruit
Laugh, cracked fruit
Forget, what else is worth learning in summer?
It is said that cicadas have been singing for a season.
For four years of dormancy, for my life.
Well, I'm one ticket short of the nearest school.
Said I was a child of a peasant worker.
Not leaves harvested in autumn
My tomorrow is not just colorful spring.
Xia yang, hang up for me.
I just feel the heat, what I need
Those cool air conditioners
The electricity bill smiled and waved.
Bo, I just want to
Don't let my parents
Running around sweating
Drink it as ice water.
The semester begins.
Autumn, I hope it is a fruit.