The Banyan tree lies beside the pond; the sound of Cicada signals the start of summer.
The swing on the playground, only the butterfly rests on top.
The squeaky sound of teacher’s chalk against the blackboard continues on and on.
Waiting for the school, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the games of childhood福利社裏面什麽都有，就是口袋裏沒有半毛錢
The student store sells many things that I want but there is not even a single penny in my pocket.
Zhuge Silang and the party of the devil, who actually grabbed the sword.
The girl in the next door; how come she has not passed by my classroom window yet.
The snack in my mouth, the comic book in my hand, and the puppy love of my childhood.
Until bedtime, then is it realized that only a little bit of homework has been completed.
It is always after the exam that you realize that you didn’t study the books that you should have.
Time is money, an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time says the teacher.
Day after day, year after year, a confusing childhood.
No one knows why, the sun always go down to the side of the mountain.
No one can tell me that there is not a fairy living on the other side of the mountain,
It is always one person on the many days, facing the sky and day dreaming.
Just that curious and just that kind of fantasy that leaves you with a lonely childhood.
Dragonflies fly under the sunshine and over a field of green paddy.
Watercolor crayons and Kaleidoscope, cannot drawing a rainbow over the sky.
When will be look like one of the older students, there is a mature and grown up face?
Looking forward to the holiday and are looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growing up.
Day after day, year after year, and look forward to growing