We are Vivi.
We are growing.
Teachers are like the sunshine in spring.
No fire, no burning.
Bring us the nutrition we need for growth.
A pair of small hands holding pencils.
Gradually
Pick up a pen
Write a running script
We are Vivi.
We are growing.
Teachers are like a summer breeze.
It's not urgent or cold.
Teach us what we need to know in life.
A pair of eyes eager for knowledge
Slowly
Deep friendship
Thousands of feet deep.
Teachers are like rain and dew.
Let's stop being thirsty.
Looking at your smile, we
From sunflower in the green garden
To "everything breeds brilliance"
From "Xiao He only shows sharp corners"
"Reflect the different colors of lotus"
if
Before dawn
Must go through a dark period.
So, teacher
You are the star in the sky.
a lighthouse
Guide us
Near dawn
Towards maturity
The wind gathered the last sunset that night.
You quietly spread Skynet.
Not a little.
You should make up for the time forgotten by the sun.
When the morning glow holds up the golden umbrella
You quietly retreat to the distance.
When the jade wheel hangs lanterns high.
You hide yourself shyly.
You pushed fatigue into your cloak.
Release the worries in your eyes
No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter
You always look at it sincerely.
Turn into a light
You are not as arrogant as thunder and lightning.
With his short life
Write a wonderful poem
Don't say a little.
This is the song of the golden ideal.
You build a bridge for tomorrow.
Take the lead in welcoming the dawn of flying in the East.
Time carving knife
What time is it?
This is a meat cleaver.
Carved with minutes,
Leave a mark on everyone.
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Give the baby legs,
Carve two wind wheels,
Make him taller every day,
Run away with a smile.
Give the students two eyes,
Carve a question mark like a small ear,
Let his bushy eyebrows,
Thinking and seeking knowledge.
Give big brother a chin,
Carve a black leek,
Let his rough throat,
Sing the pride of youth.
For the sake of grandparents' face,
Carve a beautiful stick,
Let them in the red sunset,
Play sweet songs.
Ah, this invisible meat cleaver,
Hard work, not bad,
It doesn't favor anyone,
Always so fair.
It's for children who don't value time,
Carve a stupid turtle,
With a heavy sigh,
It's painful to climb behind.
It gives hard-working children,
Carve a red horse,
Every day, my hooves fly,
Run ahead of others.
It has made great contributions to people,
Carve a universal passport,
No matter where you go,
You will see a spring-like smile.
It gives people who have accomplished nothing,
Carve a life certificate,
Although he is still young,
But I'm too old to be old.
This time it's a meat cleaver,
That's it. Unbridled.
It tests everyone's attitude towards time,
Whether you are old or young.
I want everyone,
With the meat cleaver of time,
Carve for yourself
The pride of life.