(Text: Li Yi)
I always remember when I was a child,
I use chalk on desks and chairs.
draw the line
Tell her
This is my place.
That's your territory over there.
What a warm place.
I can, greedily
Red rocks spread out in the reading box.
Or sleep on the table.
Until a finger stabbed me.
I just heard the teacher's footsteps coming towards me.
Really, you have no idea how rich you are.
My book box
There are often messy books and after school.
Glass balls and pornography that compete with peers.
Of course, from time to time, I don't know who will let it in.
Candy, freshly fried chestnuts and handkerchiefs.
I still have it to this day.
The habit of not using paper towels
What a warm place.
When I grow up, I often recall
That's unforgettable. Table, seat
Also, put your finger through the chalk line
Makes my ribs feel
Waves of warmth
Finger with crossed pen lines
Makes my ribs feel
Waves of warmth
Observe autumn
(Text: Clear the Lotus in June)
Just look at the end of the road with your heart
Autumn eyes are very painful.
Sentences carved on bones
Spread the hillside along the wind direction
The stems and flowers of Bijulia are red vines.
There are also Yan language, cicada singing and butterfly dance.
Birds in the clouds
Fly higher and higher
"I don't want to see Yan Zhen again."
The wind lowered its head.
Several birds are singing.
A pool of water rubbed his eyes red.