Near graduation, please use Bing Xin's Stars, Spring Water or a poem in Tagore's poetry collection to talk about teachers and classmates who have been together for three years.

Like a wet cloud in July, with heavy raindrops falling, let my whole heart bow down at your door in the folded worship of you.

Let all my poems come together in different tones and become a torrent in my worship of you, pouring into the silent sea.

Like a flock of homesick cranes, they fly to their mountain nests day and night. In my worship of you, let my life set out for its permanent hometown.