Remember, don't let me play for so long. It's handmade and doesn't paste. The topics to be memorized in the first compulsory unit of Chinese in People's Education Edition are: Qinyuanchun, Changsha, Mao Zedong, Independent and Cold Autumn, Xiangjiang River to the North and Orange Island. You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs? Took a hundred couples on a trip. Recalling the past, the years are thick. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat? Dai Wangshu was holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane, wandering alone in the long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl who holds a grudge like a clove. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, indifferent, sad and melancholy. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a sad and confused dream. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked into the rainy lane. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot. Don't leave Cambridge Xu Zhimo gently, just as I have been here gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant. The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky crushed among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.