Classroom Under the Paulownia Flowers

In a classroom full of paulownia flowers There was a group of thirteen-year-old boys How did they grow to be fifteen? Only the spring wind knows In a classroom full of paulownia flowers Teacher Lin made a youthful opening statement: ——My name is Lin Qiuwei. I am the autumn of autumn and the latitude of latitude. I will be your head teacher and Chinese teacher for the next three years. What it brings is the feeling of late autumn after the new rain in the empty mountains. There are two trees behind the classroom under the Paulownia flowers One is a persimmon tree, the other is also a persimmon tree In autumn, there are always naughty teenagers coveting the picking. Shake the skylight of a tree with a bamboo pole In the classroom under the paulownia flowers, there is always a flute hidden in Chu Zhu's drawer. Blow time far away, wrinkled and long When the paulownia flowers were blooming all over the eaves, Liu Ran and Zhu Ruoli spent a lot of time sitting side by side. When I went to dance "Seventeen in the Rainy Season" at the age of thirteen, there were many thoughts floating around like smoke. Liu Ran and Zhu Ruoli had a rift Finally, we ran hand in hand in the foggy town in winter. Zhu Ruoli heard the most beautiful flute sound in the classroom under the paulownia flowers. There were only two people in the classroom that day. Paulownia flowers filled the eaves one by one. The wind was as light as a sigh. In the classroom full of paulownia flowers, Liu Ran and Lu Shi opened their books and hit Chu Zhu on the head. That was another thing on the girl's mind when she was a noisy boy. The story of thirteen years old continues to fifteen years old, and there are many more people in the story. Time naturally made the rumors more widespread. At first, there were three people sitting in the classroom under the paulownia flowers. Liu Ran, Zhu Ruoli and Chu Zhu. The wind blows down a flower, which is the prelude of youth. Later, time blew many people to the two sides of youth, Looking at the clouds and smoke across the river. Seven girls walked on the river bank at dusk, writing poems with red leaves and giving their youth the most beautiful name. Whose name was engraved on the Young and Dangerous knife, and whose window was smashed? Who was waiting for whom downstairs, and who had a quarrel with whom? Those thoughts of youth are ultimately just clouds and smoke. … Intent: A book about a girl's growth