Inadvertently, like the wind without trace.
Like a bird flying without a shadow.
I walked around all day.
On the ginkgo tree, there is only an alarm
Blame it on the morning star
The moon is still in the west.
You shouldn't wake up so early.
Stop the dream car quickly.
Get dressed, get up, wash and run.
Into the dormitory, snoring is strong, call Xiao Qiang.
Fly into the playground and spread your arms like wings.
The morning bell rang and ran into the classroom.
The book sounds as fragrant as peaches and plums.
Pupils are like eyes and eyes.
Shining with the light of innocence and cunning
Queue up like a long line and eat leisurely in the canteen.
I hesitated when Boya went upstairs.
Make tea, wipe the table and light a cigarette.
Think carefully about what people should do.
Go to the podium and the blackboard in high spirits.
The desk is full of wisdom sunshine.
Whisper softly in the corridor
In the shade of trees, spring breeze is ideal.
The sun shines high and the summer heat comes up.
On my way home, I will chat with my parents again.
The haze clears and the fighting spirit is high.
One tree after another, thriving.
Buried in the mountains of books, sweating in the sea of literature.
The setting sun is slanting, listening to campus songs.
Stars shine, dreams shine.
On the ginkgo tree, the alarm sounded again.
The fog of happiness slowly diffuses.