Hmmm there seems to be a problem fetching this series right now. Last successful fetch was on August 10, 2020 17:06 ()
What now? This series will be checked again in the next day. If you believe it should be working, please verify the publisher's feed link below is valid and includes actual episode links. You can contact support to request the feed be immediately fetched.
Manage episode 213432301 series 1224057
We are like flowers in youth growing on such a beautiful campus.
The beauty of youth blooms in beauty on such a beautiful campus.
The flowers are full of paths from the dormitory to the classroom.
The sun is shining on the green grass.
The glittering and translucent water is full of water.
The tree-lined boulevards check the passing of the light on such a beautiful campus.
The trees and flowers breathe the air of youth.
There was no sound of tinkling in the air.
The children were flushed with their faces brimming with the idea of courage and joy on such a beautiful campus.
A green pine bends in the sweetness.
It has the thought and flesh and blood of the soul.
It is the soul of our campus.
It symbolizes the eternal direction and mission of youth.
It skews from your heel to the flag.
The upper body is as straight as the flagpole.
It’s side by side with the red flag.
Greeting the rising sun together.
Watching the sunset together.
It caresses and kisses the red blood.
The inside of the body is boiling fire, burning the rising sun of the east, burning the hearts of the students.
Don’t miss the beauty.
Don’t wait for one day to be so sad.
By the time I leave, I begin to regret not having seen you.
You have one bird and one flower.
The book is full of incense.
I’m only searching in the bottom of my heart the hazy youth footprint.
By the time I leave, I begin to regret not being close to you.
Your skin color, your flesh and the vigor that endures forever.
I really want to return to your arms, kiss your green ,red...... every skin.
I really want to leave every single tree a gratitude, a smile.
By the time I leave, I begin to regret not loving you all the time.
I didn’t gently wipe away the tears in your eyes.
I never talked to flowers and plants.
I didn’t appreciate their beauty.
It’s only now that I find that you are so beautiful, find that youth has been quietly decorated.
Happiness and beauty have passed away.
I find myself in my shadow.
And you-- the beautiful campus--always sunny.