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This post was last edited by *anpangpang on 2015-9-11 20:42. When I entered the campus of my dreams, still tired from the journey, everything seemed so unfamiliar; with a strong local accent, my song of youth began to play. In the early morning, whether under the cover of night or at the break of dawn, I would sing little tunes of various melodies as I rushed to the cafeteria like flying, to fill my stomach, which was making noises, with delicious food. Spoons, chopsticks, and plates, together with the mouth, play a wonderful melody. The moment the bell for class rang, I darted into my classroom, listening to the sounds of chalk on the blackboard and the pen on paper, and looking at the beam of sunlight that seeped in through the window onto my desk; then I began to dream of traveling through fields or across time and space to pursue my dreams. When the sunset shed its last rays of light, the moon began to stretch out its form, while the stars hid here and there, blinking with their mischievous eyes. I return to the gathering place, either to chat or to gaze at the moon in quiet reflection. When the toothbrush and toothpaste play their nocturnal melody alongside my teeth, I fall asleep and begin to walk in my dreams toward my ideals. My song of youth is sung day by day in this way.
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I wrote it myself; it took me two days of effort. Lacks the ability. Hahahahaha
Ran into the cafeteria; many people can’t remember it, but it was such an exciting moment at the time
Yes, it’s delicious when you squeeze the rice. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
It’s written with great elegance. . . . .
Turn the ordinary into beautiful melodies, and turn youth into a pursuit of dreams!
Turn the ordinary into beautiful melodies, and turn youth into a pursuit of dreams!
Take a look at the poets from our Machinery District.
:Lol, I’m really looking forward to Zazha Ya’s masterpiece, hehe