Flee or stay（模仿莎翁的十四行诗）

The class go on, then a quater, then an hour,

and still continue that I felt so sad.

But outside the window, I saw the blossom  of flower,

then I cannot concentrate on what teachers just said.

Suddenly, unconsciously, the bell rang at hall,

I followed other classmates back to my seat,

but my heart falls from heaven to hell,

and I wanna have an endless rest.

Like a man who locked in the prison,

or in a dark room, it seems to be,

nothing interesting, nothing attractive, no-thing arouse my passion,

the bird freely fly in sky is what I yearned to be.

But as many knowledge that teachers show,

there are more that I must learn and know.