Clouds in the wind, fluttering in the air. Gradually, the clouds became thick, heavy and gray. And I left her at this time and came here to give my life to the world. I landed lightly in Pu Tian, nourishing the fields, falling into the long river, interwoven with melodious songs, falling into the ocean and becoming water that will never disappear.

I am brave and fearless, accompanied by thunder, accompanied by the roar of the wind and thunder, I came to the land of the north and wrote my own symphony. I ran into the roof, splashing, hitting the window and banging. I am like a huge waterfall, sweeping the land in the north from the southeast. Thunder rumbled in the low clouds and accompanied me. Lightning sometimes cuts through the dark night sky with dazzling white light, reflecting that Tianhe is lying madly in the strong wind. I am beating the earth like a golden thread, and that figure is struggling in the rain. Although I am fearless, my life is very short, only for a short moment, and gradually I was conquered by the sun that just jumped out from behind the clouds.

I am soft and lingering, fascinated by the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. The mountains are near the water, pavilions and pavilions, the water is silent and the weeping willows are graceful. I can't wait to get rid of the shackles of clouds and enter the world in this painting to listen, appreciate and feel. Therefore, I am always gentle, continuous, dripping and hazy. People describe Jiangnan as misty rain between heaven and earth, with hazy scenery and hazy people.

After the rain cleared, Jiangnan, which I washed, appeared under the blue sky again, and became graceful, just like a beautiful woman who just came out, as clean as jasper, as lovely as orchid, and as graceful and affectionate. Oh, Jiangnan is so beautiful, do I also contribute?

There are no two identical leaves in the world, and so am I. I have different hearts, different personalities, different shapes and different voices, because I always come from different clouds in different winds.

Self-report of chalk

I remember someone once praised me as an immaculate snow doll, someone once called me Snow White, and someone praised us as "dead to the powder" candles. But now, I am just a poor chalk head, lying in the dusty corner of the door. I was so depressed that I lay in a dark corner all day, leaving my body tightly wrapped in dirty dust and leaving deep marks on my face by wind and frost. "Chalk can't be lightly dusted if it has tears." I fought back my tears to prevent them from falling gently. I know: "tears can only make my value disappear in time." I have a lot to say and a lot to think about. I remember the first time I stood on the sacred podium and saw the colorful world outside. I am full of emotion and excitement. I really hope to dance the waltz of "knowledge" on the meta-leaves on the blackboard to nourish students' thirst for knowledge; I really want to pick gorgeous flowers in the garden of wisdom to promote children's intelligence; I really want to collect bright jewels in the palace of innovation and fly the children's ideal wings. I vowed to spend my whole life leaving something glorious for mankind, even if it is a word, a word or a punctuation mark, I am willing to regret it. Finally one day, a young man pulled me out of the chalk box, and I was very excited. The young man held me tightly with thick fingers, waved his hand, accompanied by a ferocious laugh, "Pa-"I was cut off by the waist, and a heartbreaking pain made me suddenly faint ... "Pa-"Another partner threw me out from nine days and interrupted all my memories. Looking at the scarred friends around me, I can't restrain my inner grief. I really want to shout: "teachers and classmates, please cherish my life!" " "