The teacher suddenly ordered to imitate Du Fu.
I smelled the beads of sweat on my clothes for the first time.
Instead, I asked my deskmate where I was worried.
Rummaging through poetry books and suffering.
Don't waste time studying on weekdays.
How can a faceless old man go back to his hometown?
Busy changing songs and integrating poems
To teach sorrow and write poetry.
Maybe I answered a little late, but I sent this song to the teacher as an apology.