Lyrics of Curie's "little town academy"(ju li li xiao cheng shu yuan ge ci )

A string of sugar gourd in hand

I'll take the bag by my waist

Turn around

There are three or two volumes of books in the bag

I haven't finished my homework yet

upset

Watching egrets in the sky

Two Orioles bend the green willow

Warm spring

Sir, he puffed and glared

I'm not the only one who reads me

It is said that the cold window has been seeking fame as an official for several years

But I lingered in the Academy in the small town

Butterflies dancing outside the window

And I'm crying

A ruler knocked on my desk

People say that reading a hundred times has its own meaning

Maybe every word is exciting

It's a day of leisure

In a flash

I burn a plate of sandalwood with smoke

Between the eyebrows

Not many people suffer from reading

The meaning of thinking is not clear

If you have enough, you will not learn

It's better to learn than to suffer

South of the Yangtze River

Misty and misty

The piano is slow

Sir, it's been a long time

Once in the world, no one will return

And persuade each other

In vain

It's always hard to beat me when I was young

I feel sad

When I leave, I feel sad

Slow footstep of slate Bridge

People say to seek fame and become an official

Right or wrong, success or failure, but between day and night

Empty ambition is hard to fulfill

Landscape and pastoral

A pot around the waist

It is said that the book is broken and the stone inkstone is worn

Time flies, time flies

I write an article

Ridicule the world

There was only a breeze around the window

in the mind

It's hard to make things right

The moon is the most difficult to round since ancient times

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Lalalala will encounter torrents

Lala, Lala, there is no barrier that can not be crossed

A string of sugar gourd in lalala's hand

There are three or two volumes of books in Lalalala bag

La la la, back to Jiangnan in the misty rain

Lalalala's small town college in her childhood

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Lalalala will encounter torrents

Lalala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala, Lala

A string of sugar gourd in lalala's hand

There are three or two volumes of books in lalala bag

Back to Jiangnan in the misty rain

Lalalala's small town Academy in her childhood

(my tearful eyes, QAQ)

Chinese PinYin : Ju Li Li Xiao Cheng Shu Yuan Ge Ci