After all, this is a cold window.
It was built into a school building.
A shelf for placing loose books,
Miss things and worry about leaving.
My friend is a middle-aged cold pine, plum and bamboo,
Friendship is hard to break.
Long-term classmates remember
If you save it, you will have a jade pot.
In the blink of an eye,
The grass is green and nothing grows.
Appreciate good fruit, shade willow,
Caixia is embedded in the clouds.
Play a song when you are young,
How much joy there is in the voice of the sub-rule.
Thanksgiving is coming,
May the teacher know the pipa.
I want to cry when I ask you to teach.
Don't leave me alone
The mother instrument is decadent,
In school, Chu Qiao and pillars emerge.
Speaking of use, I don't hate books so much.
It's hard to find old friends elsewhere.
Book-giving and Book-giving Day,
I'm kidding. Good luck.