teacher
In spring, I went to Qiu Lai to dye my temples with cream.
The podium is three feet away.
Yan Jing tried her best to teach,
Li Peitao's teaching seal.
Did Bai Shou surprise the sun and dusk?
Still reflecting the glory of summer.
Even if the wax torch turns to ash,
Leave a clear name.
Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem
campus
Qiu Lai came here four times in the summer,
The students entered the meeting place from all directions.
A garden full of osmanthus fragrance,
Green bamboo sends green windows.
Laughing and laughing on the playground,
Help each other light up the classroom.
Rejuvenate the country through science and education,
China rises, writes China chapter.