The room is not lonely.

Come to the table.

The drawer is full of souvenirs.

light up

Cast your own shadow on the window.

It's raining outside the window

Did you cry when you saw my figure?

The journey we used to travel together.

Traffic is heavy outside the window.

I miss your dull air in the room.

It takes my breath away.

If I hadn't met you then,

So far, I can't feel this way.

friend

How I want to send you warm words from the wind.

I seem to hear your thanks.

No need, my friend.

Have time to turn each other into white clouds in the sky.

As the wind blows, it gathers again.

They are in the corner of the west slope, Wuchuan's garden;

They have tree-lined paths and dusk on campus.

They are energetic and tireless;

They are close and innocent.

Like their lovely faces,

I like their sharpness in the game,

I like their shyness when facing the camera.

I like the active learning atmosphere in their class.

They are just a group of happy elves.

There are elves on the west slope. Let's go to class together.

From a mathematical point of view,

The most primitive chalk and blackboard,

There is a mathematical beauty in simplicity,

Concise, orderly and rigorous.

The interaction between teachers and students makes us feel the wonderful classroom. ...

In the art window,

A colored pen,

Show the inner world of students,

Naive, active, personality.

The host of the class opened the window of art with his eyes that are good at discovering beauty.

In the origami world,

Flat paper,

Inherit a culture and art,

Vivid, three-dimensional, real.

Small handicrafts let students approach the starting line of architecture.

In the sports square,

Simple sports equipment

What is given to children is exercise.

Health, sunshine, enthusiasm.

Every time the ball hits the racket, it rubs the passion of sports.

The rigorous thinking of mathematics from a wide angle,

The color world is in the window of art,

In the world of origami,

Exercise passion in the sports square.

The spirit is in love, love is on the west slope, and the west slope is here.

Walking into this land,

To find and experience our own vivid classroom.

Moonlight walks in the cat's footsteps.

Walk slowly past the square table with the balcony.

I turn off the light and imagine

Slowly melting in a cool night.

When you get your heart back

The breath of time is fading away.

So many shadows

Come quietly and disappear quietly.

The sound of downtown has solidified.

The color of neon has been washed white.

Just the wind, yawning all the time.

Make the moon set early.

Waiting for the moonlight, waiting for the beauty of the moonlight.

Like a blooming cordate telosma

With the accumulation of sunlight during the day

Dialysis of dead angle at night