It is thought, and it is thought
It is nostalgia, and it is nostalgia.
Dotted villages, rambling mountain flowers,
Leaning against that mountain, leaning against that river,
Desert paddy fields, living egrets,
Spreading memories, soaking with nostalgia.
It is a thought, a childhood.
The sound of books, the cheerful smiling faces,
Run to the green field, haunting the desk,
That hello, that goodbye,
Opened youth, summed up childhood.
It's thoughts, just today.
The lights of shan shan, the noisy people,
Blowing up the past, stirring up the future,
Stumbling, stumbling,
Face it bravely and live up to this day.
It is thought, and it is thought.
Then and now,
Youth and childhood,
Time and space meet,
The years do not grow old.
Because there are thoughts,
It's beautiful!
Qiao Yichen, a native of Tangshan, Hebei Province, attended the C2107 class of Changsha Foreign Chinese School, and the first-year branch president of the Spring Cherry Poetry Club of Changsha Foreign Chinese School. Passionate about literature, published "Changsha, I want to say to you".