本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 15:14 编辑
There are flowers on this window, As a loud So ,I am missing my campus that was filled with blooms and those flowers. There is the cloud above the campus . There is the lack next the campus . There is the river which passes through the campus.
Because of my memory. I come to meet you. I take the sunshine and blooms in my package to meet you . I also take the litter and affection in my package With those I made a poem for you.
Is not it amazing? This is all just for you, If I went out of your gate, That I was still a young boy not understanding What the cloud .the thunder and the lighting are . Not releasing what the paddy field is for, And not understanding how beautiful this nation is ….and so much more …..
However, Your gate opened for me, I come through it and read about the world and everything I had not met. There is me, sitting the classroom and floating in the sea of knowledge. There is me, near the table working and flying in the sky of science . There is me, walking along the read ofbooks ,to hunt for my ideas and the language to myself .
I was the flower you raised me up. That you raised for this nation. I can never forget you . My campus , where I stood when I was a boy .
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