I think my little lucky, in poetry and the distance, in another world of all living beings, still blooming its own color.
Fortunately, I went to school with my schoolbag in the early morning, and occasionally recited a few poems with my textbook. I didn't have to worry about being scolded by the teacher because I didn't finish my homework or didn't bring it with me. When you go home at night, you don't have to worry about not learning today's knowledge or having conflicts with any girl all night. Just as the poem says, "I don't cherish the clothes, but it's not against my wish."