————After reviewing the film "Dead Poets Society"

All the peaches green, and butterflies dancing

I’ve walked for a long time; it is an early summer morning,

the road to the classroom

waters blue ,and grass in the mirror

I’ve swam for a long time; it is an early summer morning

The road to the classroom 

Today I got up late, scolded by beautiful Mrs. Keating

In the class, I was daydreaming

I’ve sung for a long time, it is an early summer morning

The road to dead poets society

Blue jeans dance in the open sky

Shirts are sweat with tears

With birds playing hooky on the peach tree

flowers give birth to peach sons

Mrs. Keating having class under the peach trees

With students listening and talking and sleeping               

Wind is weak, and the sun smiling

I’ve run for a long time; it is an early summer morning

The road to heaven and hell

Skirts are floating, and yellow underwear behind it

With dark hair from head to the shoulder

A hand is around waist

The skirt is watching the peach sons directing a film

In the film, their parents are dead

Leave them alone in this big globe

Book reading and daydreaming, scolded by Mrs. Keating

I am not Neil, nor Mr. Anderson

I’m just an ordinary boy

I’ve slept for a long time; it is an early summer morning,

The way to the classroom