| 1 | A richly ornamented building grid building, Pinglan view. | |
| 2 | Fallen angels, in the world of mortals fence sad. | |
| 3 | Hard to gather the old ones, township far childhood fence wrinkle heart. | |
| 4 | A look at a long side by side, warm, listen to birds' twitter and fragrance of flowers. | |
| 5 | I often came to play around the school grounds on a saturday. The familiar building, so unfamiliar in its quietness. Peaceful, as if time had frozen still. |