Snowflakes and Imitation of Childhood Poetry

Childhood pages are light,

Gently, she quietly turned over-

The national anthem sounded on campus.

Get up, get up,

The playground and the square are full of frolicking sounds.

Young people's pages are light,

Gently, she quietly turned over-

There is a group song in the countryside.

Glory, glory,

A vertical sapling was planted.

Middle-aged people turn pages gently,

Gently, she quietly turned over-

Dang Ge rings the bell at the cemetery.

Unity, unity,

Bring pride to the motherland.

The pages of old people are very light,

Gently, she quietly turned over-

Odes rang out in the theatre.

-Grateful, grateful,

I left a group photo on the night of reunion.

The pace of life