Text/Xishan Muying
The Sun is a boy
Like me
loves hip-hop dancing.
While I was in class
He lay outside the classroom window
and peeked.
He must secretly memorize the movements
Then, hide behind the cloud curtain
Practice hard
Over and over again< /p>
I promise.
What, you don’t believe it?
After class
I saw the sweat of the sun
One after another
Penetrating the gray of the clouds The curtains
fell.