Childhood under the banyan tree

Under the banyan tree,

Buried in our childhood,

It quietly,

With us,

Growing tall, growing strong;

Under the banyan tree,

We enjoy the cold, play, grow,

The wind blew and the leaves rustled.

Here

Have the imagination of our childhood,

I don't know, someday in the future,

We still have no one to remember,

Here we used to have our wishes,

I don't know, someday in the future,

It will not,

Growing tall and growing.

Sixth grade: Lin Xinyue