Take clouds as elegiac couplets,
Memories and teachings burst into tears.
The word written on that palm of your hand,
At the moment, I am very sad.
Miss the teacher
Spreading sweat in cool summer,
The wax torch turns to ashes, no regrets.
Although this is a farewell,
Still laughing in the sky.
A grateful heart
Feel the past,
Thank you later.
Teach you to regret,
Mistakes are like the wind
My heart is like raindrops,
It really keeps coming.
I miss it when I am old.
The relationship between teachers and students remains unchanged.
A poem praising the teacher: