The past four dilapidated school buildings have disappeared, brand-new classrooms and conference rooms stand in barrier-like walls, and small and exquisite reception rooms guard the west side of the gate. Under the fluorescent lamp, a large piece of soft silver light shines brightly in every corner of the classroom. Through the clean glass, you can see that the students are studying hard. The sun shines on the wide glass of the classroom, flashing like a layer of gold powder. There are neat tables and chairs in the middle of the classroom, which are our indispensable loyal partners. Every day, students sit here and concentrate on their lessons, first speaking and then studying. From time to time, the teacher's lecture and reading sound came from the classroom, like a harmonious sonata. When you walk into the teaching building, you can see at a glance that there are several clumps of bamboos in the four-meter-square Little Paradise. A breeze blows and the bamboo leaves creak, as if singing for us.