The wind set off the last sunset that night,
You will fill the sky quietly.
Standing quietly in the distant sky,
Staring at us deeply on the ground.
The world is so small,
We meet almost every day.
Omitting greetings,
Because we have met before.
Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle,
It turns out that the sky is a castle.
Nobita has his tinkling cat,
Woody Sakura has her card.
But what about the stars?
It has its light.
Life is short,
Write a brilliant movement.
I made a wish under the starlight,
Make a vow that I have already thought about.
If the sky is dark for several nights,
I will still be under my sky.
Waiting for you to light it!
Four Seasons of Life-Thousands of Baidu Mom, you are spring, I am a beautiful father who adorns you with flowers, you are summer, I am breeze, I am a teacher who moistens your heart, you are autumn, I am a fruitful fruit that rewards your hard work, and you are winter. I am a falling snowflake, white and pure, with our friendship. Dear mom and dad, whether you are old enough to need my help or I am too young to leave your arms, our hands are clasped together to accompany the years of life. Dear teachers and classmates, whether we meet strangers in the first grade class or leave the battlefield in the sixth grade, our hearts burn together in the four seasons of life.
Summer is over.
Summer is over,
But I still miss it.
Those lovely mornings and nights,
Appear in front of you like a painting.
Get up early in the morning and open the window.
The field is green and the sky is blue.
Thanks to the heavy rain at night,
Wash the world so fresh.
The dazzling sunshine shines on the head,
We pull weeds in the vegetable garden.
The old man in charge of the vegetable garden sent a bucket of tea.
Praise us for playing fast and well.
There is a good place under the old elm tree.
I often rest there.
I put my foot in the stream by the tree,
Hear cicadas, singing in the trees.
One day, we were sailing in Gua Tian.
No one will go to bed before midnight.
We caught a thief,
Its name is hedgehog.
Summer is over,
But I still miss it.
Those lovely mornings and nights,
Appear in front of you like a painting.