Many leaves in the schoolyard blowing.
Many children at recess playing.
The wind erased the blackboard,
The bell emptied the schoolyard.
Many leaves and many seasons
And wisdom with its myriad reasons.
Even if the lesson is erased
You’ll know, the learning’s not effaced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem! ! ! Love its meaning! !