yearn for
Seedlings thrive in their hearts,
Work hard on campus.
Cream on black hair and sideburns,
The old horse has no complaints.
On the podium, the most nostalgic,
Full house, red face.
The yellow-billed eagle is fighting for food,
Spread your wings and fly into the blue sky in an instant.
Under the desk lamp, I am more nostalgic.
Draw a red line on the notebook in front of you.
The evening breeze is quiet and cicadas are singing,
Listen to the inner waves.
Thankfully, the altar is full of flowers.
Give a heartfelt sigh.
Old horseshoes won't stop,
Miss the campus beauty station ...