Written in front: A child, sleeping in class, from spring to summer, from summer to autumn, and then from autumn to winter, the four seasons of the year are constantly changing, changing his clothing, and what remains unchanged is his sleeping posture.
As his teacher, he has also made many efforts to wake him up, change him, and make him sleep in a state of adjustment. But all the efforts have become futile again and again, worrying people, and even more heart-wrenching, what should such a child do in the future?
So, with a feeling, I wrote a small poem to the children who slept in the classroom, hoping that all the children who slept in the classroom would be able to treat this matter with care, so it was changed:
From spring to summer,
From autumn to winter,
One posture, one eternity.
Even though the earth is flying,
Even though lightning and thunder,
You are still you, the unchanging landscape.
Years are like songs, but your life is like a dream.
The sound of books accompanies you to sleep,
Teach as you dream,
You miss the moon and you miss the stars.
I want to say: Child, you should wake up,
How can sleepy youth be exchanged for a splendid future?