On the banyan tree by the pond，
The treatment kept barking.
On the swing by the playground，
Only the butterflies are on it.
The teacher keeps writing on the blackboard with chalk，
Waiting to play games after school.
No one knows why the sun always goes down from the other side of the mountain.
No one knows if there are gods living in the mountains.
We always look forward to growing up，
But when you grow up, you will remember your childhood.