Modern poetry chalkboard table desk .

Non-original. Chalkboard sky.

A parabola resembling a rainbow.

and a few letters.

Through a hand full of astronomy and geography.

On the blackboard, a blueprint is cleverly formed.

Twinkling eyes like stars.

From the chalkboard in the sky.

Searching for the Light A petal-like smile from the desk.

Layer upon layer, layer upon layer.

flock to the pulpit; That ingenious gardener's hand.

Put the pollen of knowledge.

Teach to a pair of eager eyes.

These happy souls.

Just like flowers brewing fruit.

New ideas are brewing.

The sun that brews thoughts.

Happiness on the old desk.

I still remember how little we looked back then.

On the same table, blooming ideals.

You said your desire was to see the sea.

I said I wanted a sunny day.

Pigtails, lace skirts.

Simply and beautifully tilted his head.

On the old desk.

Engraving, friendship lasts forever.

We were so small.

Understand what parting is.

We were so stupid.

Ask what eternity is.

The faces of those young youths.

They all faded away with the wind.

But I always remembered.

A desk.

You and I used to smile happily.

Blackboard. One of the teacher's ** is hypnotic.

The rectangular black one is often brushed around.

Drawing a white line on people every day blah blah blah helpless in the face of so many dead fish-like eyes.

Becoming a talent is tired and tired.

Teachers without souls are not well paid.

Students who don't have a tomorrow are ready to wear drafting shoes.

The teacher's saliva splashed everywhere.

The blackboard yawned boredly.

Table. Four corner supports.

The weight of the person on my head.

i dont know

i dont know

It looks like a secondary painting from afar.

It's actually a lake.

Youth, fly by.

Saliva on the table.

Flowing with the passing of time.

The table bears witness to everything.

Original. Blackboard.

Black gooy**.

Nothing.

I just remember having a cheeky face.

Tall, chubby.

Pick up the chalk and smear.

But it doesn't make a sound.

Give it a bath.

Neither. I tried to write on it—

Hey, chalkboard. You don't talk either.

I drew a smiley face on it, hoping you won't be so cold.

You have four legs, however, you can't walk and you can't run.

You nail yourself there and hold up a learning world for the children.

You have four wooden legs and a big mouth, but you can't move or speak, but you stand firmly there, supporting the children to learn.

Desks: Goodbye, desks that carry our growth and progress!

Blackboard: Farewell, Blackboard! You guide us to a bright future with a thick black!

Is it to engrave the words on the table?

In that case, I recommend not damaging the desk.

It will be a tool for future students to learn, and don't leave a bad influence on them.

The blackboard is black and slimy**.

Nothing.

I just remember having a cheeky face.

Tall, chubby.

Pick up the chalk and smear.

But it doesn't make a sound.

Give it a bath.

Hey, chalkboard. You don't talk either.

I drew a smiley face on it, hoping you won't be so cold.

Colorful chalkboards.

Hey! It's an amazing chalkboard.

You can draw in a moment.

You can write in a moment.

Drawing makes us entertained.

Writing makes us literate.

Hey? Why are the words on the blackboard missing?

Oh! It turned out to be erased by the blackboard eraser brother.

It's an amazing chalkboard.

Wrong. All are right angles, that is to say, they are all 90°, then they are equal.

Right. The area of the right angle of the blackboard is greater than the area of the right angle of the desk.

The area of the desk is much smaller than that of a large blackboard.

Wrong. They are all right angles, that is to say, they are all 90°, so they are equal.

To leak out. The area of the right angle of the blackboard is larger than the area of the right angle of the desk.

You've asked this question twice -- can you not be so boring?

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