The campus is very quiet.
Only insects and birds used to sing cicadas.
Walking alone in the Woods
Only silent gaze.
I don't know when to return to my motherland-
Visit that long-lost friend.
The campus is tall and spacious.
My hometown is as narrow as a slap.
But I feel in my heart
No matter how grand the campus is.
Not as good as everything in my hometown-
Hometown soil
Mountains and rivers in my hometown
Cattle and sheep in my hometown
Friends in my hometown
Only there can I feel a little warmth.
People come and go on campus every day.
Lang Lang's reading is louder than the children's laughter.
I am completely out of touch with my classmates.
Class is over. School is over at noon.
I go my own way.
No classmates greeted me.
No classmates talk to me.
No classmates came to associate with me.
No classmates came to laugh and play with me.
Be wronged, bear silently
Be praised and enjoy the joy alone.
It's like I'm isolated and abandoned
Like dead leaves falling in autumn
No one will think of it again.
No one will notice it.
Let it die.
In my hometown, I watched the stars and the moon quietly with my friends.
Chewing bitter grass.
talk and laugh cheerfully/merrily
The city and the sky have been polluted. It is not clear whether it is early morning or dusk.
Star, where are you?
I wonder if you will come out to accompany my friend as usual.
Without the company of stars
Without the encouragement and comfort of friends.
Only exclusion and isolation.
Although on the surface I forced a smile.
But deep down, I have lost my way.
Star, I beg you to come out and show me the way.
Lead me out of the shadow of being lost
Spring is over and summer is almost over. I can't wait for you forever.
Have you completely forgotten me?
Autumn has come, and dead leaves are flying.
Still familiar with the campus, familiar with the Woods, familiar with the bench.
But it's weird.
Haven't I really opened my heart these years?
To get to know that place again
Sitting on a bench full of dead leaves
I feel uneasy.
I want to know the next time I go back
Is that mountain still green? Is the water still clear?
Is that cow still strong? Can that sheep reproduce?
Is the red dragonfly in my childhood memory still floating in the air?
Are the sunset glow and the morning glow as gorgeous as before?
Will the stars stick out their little heads around the moon that night?
Friend, have you changed?
Will he (she) be there next time he (she) goes back?
Everything is an unknown mystery.
Looking at the back of the students leaving.
I want to laugh and cry.
I am glad, I am wronged.
I really want to cry now.
Inspire tears that have not flowed out for more than ten years.
But the tears didn't fall.
It was a silent gaze.
I kept looking at the students' backs and disappeared into the morning fog like a veil.
-Silent gaze