Please translate Zhu Ziqing s Spring by a master, thank you

expected, expected, the spring will coming~

Hope it helps

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the exam is coming, and the footsteps of death are near.

Everything looked like we had just died, we were crying from desolation, there was more homework, the test papers were piled up, and our faces were embarrassed.

The teacher secretly walked out of the office, fierce, and looked at the playground in the classroom, a large area full of test papers. Doing, writing, drawing two correction fluids, typing two drafts, the wind blowing, the grass swaying around.

Chinese, mathematics, English, you don't let me, I don't let you, they all send test papers to rush. It was as much as rain, and it was piled up like a mountain, and it was made like a ghost. There are some difficult problems in the volume; I closed my eyes, and my front seemed to be full of Chinese, mathematics and English, and now there were thousands of test papers doing it in a hurry, and the teacher of ** was shouting around.

The test papers are all over the place: miscellaneous, with names and without names, scattered in the desks like demons, like unjust souls, and fluttering.

Death is like going to an exam", yes, "stroke" you to the teacher's slap, the wind brings some new shit smell, mixed with the smell of dung, and the fragrance of all kinds of shit, all brewing in the slightly moist stinky fart, the birds hide the test paper in the bustling young leaves, happy, calling friends to play dumb throat, and the teacher's scolding voice should be harmonious. At this time, the class bell in the classroom also rang loudly all day long.

Being scolded by the teacher is the most common, and one scolding is three or two hours. Don't be annoyed. Look, the teacher's saliva rushed out of his mouth, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke was covered in the roof of the school.

The leaves are yellow and black, and the grass is withered to your eyes. In the evening, the office lights were turned on, and the dazzling light set off a discordant night. On the campus, on the path, by the big tree, there were people who were scolded and cried by the teacher, and there were waiting parents on the side, who were holding knives and guns, ready to take revenge on the teacher.

Their hair was thinning and fluttering in the rain.

The souls of the heavens are multiplying, and the graves on earth are numerous. In the city and countryside, every family, old and young, also rushed out, one by one. Sacrifices are made to children, and test papers are burned.

How many students have been killed by exams", at the beginning, some of them were children who suffered crimes, and some of them had lost hopes.

Exams are like a newborn disaster, broken from head to toe, it destroys.

The exam is like a wandering grim reaper, with a hideous face, smiling and running.

Exams are like terrible nightmares, with iron arms and waists and feet, that take us to hell.