Poems about classmates' mutual help and friendship

No matter what grass turns yellow, no matter what day, no one will take care of the four directions.

What grass is not mysterious, who is not proud, widowed, bandit.

Bandits, bandits, tigers, led him into the wilderness and lost my husband, busy day and night.

Lonely people, lead them to the secluded grass, there are a bunch of cars, walking around.