student
Chen Weipan
Pupils have worked hard to grow it.
cut class
Flowers are blooming in the rain.
one by one
In the teacher's first-class comments
tier upon tier
In the dim light
It's getting dark, too
Only primary school students can be seen.
A swollen face
canthus
bloodstain
Open your eyes.
Look straight at the blue sky.
Still smirking
Pupils are singing.
Lingdi
Singing is only six years old,
Studying in the first grade of primary school
From the day I entered school,
Heavy bag
Climb up his weak shoulder.
Become a part of his life
At six o'clock every morning,
Wake up by a loud alarm clock
Wake up from a fragrant dream
Sleepily,
Be urged by a string before class.
Pulled into the school gate.
School is over,
Blow your beard and stare at your homework.
Drove him nowhere to hide.
Several times in the middle of the night, he still dozed off
With a question mark wrench?
For a six-year-old singer,
Go to the grass outside the window.
Play hide-and-seek with dragonflies
What a precious thing this is
Look at his thin little face
It hurts again.
Another helpless sigh ...
Memories of students
When the black waves surge.
We just found out
Has fallen into the ocean of life.
Beautiful student days
Blinking has become a nostalgia.
Zloto
Spread your weak wings
Gray pain
Cann't stop
young and frivolous
A godlike joke.
The moment of taking pictures
Dreams turn gray.
Eighteen years of dreams
Wake up and rest.
Drift away in neon lights
Only black graduation photo.
In the corner.
Record the past light
For students
Inject deep wounds into love.
Don't say too much about homework.
I also had junior high school life.
Bitter is bitter, happy is happy.
Only rely on parents' sustenance.
Step by step.
It was fun. Don't say it.
Learning opportunities are easy to miss.
Please find your true self in the flower season.
Work hard.
I believe that if you pay, you will get something.
Don't say the teacher is too wordy.
Now that I have chosen
Preaching and teaching to solve doubts
I will take responsibility.
Put the flowers of your motherland
Exploration leads to three dimensions
Let you travel in the universe of knowledge
Don't say too much about homework.
I just want to spread knowledge.
Don't say the teacher is too wordy, I just want to turn sweat into fruit.
The future of the motherland is still up to you to explore.