My deskmate’s modern poetry

Every time I think of my childhood

I think of that naughty you

Your figure dances in my mind

I can’t forget it That beautiful childishness

I can't forget that naughty you

The chalk line separates you and me

If you don't pay attention, it will be unsatisfactory

< p> Although we always fight for every inch of the table, we never quarrel

You always have a naughty smile

I don’t have any temper

In a harmonious environment We became close friends here

Every time I was bullied, you always fought hard

From the bottom of my heart, I like your stupidity

I often listen to that song by my deskmate Of. You

I often wonder

Whose long hair do you tie up

Who are you making a wedding dress for?

< p> I don’t know if you are still so good-tempered

I don’t know if you are still so good-tempered

p> You stood in front of the table

The way you stood up for me

This is my lifelong memory

I feel so melancholy when I think of the past

Memories It’s so sweet to recall the past

I can’t forget it after all

That naughty deskmate

That dreamy you