1. Guagua, my son
Guagua, my son
I put my textbook, pencil, eraser and hope together
Stuffed it all into your green schoolbag
You carried the heavy childhood on your back
Bend the arc moon arch bridge
Go towards That red house that looks like a Rubik's Cube
Don't use your virginity to make a draft
Guagua, my son
Your father's lotus leaf The hat
But it’s hanging on the curved horn,
Guagua,
Mine
Dear
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Second, mother and daughter
My sister looked at me with a silly smile
I looked at my mother with a giggle,
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The mother looked at her children with a squinting smile
The gazes of the three mothers
were intertwined into one
warm
Triangle
3. Flowers
Don’t put the flowers in the workbook
My beloved child
What your father is fascinated by
It is the round fruit
IV. Base
The cloud stands on the shoulder of the wind
The wind stands on the butterfly's shoulders
The butterfly stands on your shoulders
You stand on the podium
Standing on the base of a statue
5. Study
The writing desk is on the right
The bookcase is on the left
The chime is in the front
The father is in the back
Where am I?
I am in the mountain of books and the sea of ??topics