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Me in September, or
Xu has boarded the three-foot platform. Facing the children of dozens of coal workers under the podium, facing their dozens of pairs of black and timid eyes; I swear, I must use my thin body to shelter them from the wind and rain, I must
Enrich your mind and vision with your meager knowledge. I want every one of them to be shining gold in the coal sea and the brightest sun in the coal sea tomorrow. I hope they have a teacher like me.
Proud, proud of having an alma mater that selflessly trained their teachers for four years-you.
Alma mater, I just want to be your pride.
Ten years later, I may have become a teacher with considerable teaching experience, and I may have hundreds of students. However, at my alma mater, I will not feel inferior for my poverty and will not complain about my hard work. I will always remember the loyalty and dedication my alma mater gave me, which made me diligent and have no regrets. Poverty will not make me lose my ambition, and efforts will not make me lament. Students' smiles will make me young and have no regrets, and students' success will make me regret for life.
Alma mater, I just want to be your pride.
Thirty years later, I may have white hair crawling on my temples and my forehead is full of wrinkles. However, my alma mater, my students have grown up. They are like children on my knees, and their laughter lingers in my ears. They are as confident and hopeful about the future as I was thirty years ago. However, what makes me more proud is that they resolutely chose the profession of teachers. They love their teachers, especially the sacred profession of teachers. Looking at them, my students, my children, my alma mater, you say, can I not feel gratified?
Alma mater, I just want to be your pride.
Fifty years later, I may have been a gray-haired and wrinkled old man. However, at my alma mater, I will still open the "graduation guest book" 50 years ago every morning, look at my young face and recall the cordial voice and appearance of my alma mater. I will wear reading glasses to look for the news of my alma mater in every newspaper, and I will enjoy the blessings and greetings from distant classmates in every festival. I will write to my old schoolmates 50 years ago with trembling hands, telling a joke, a prank, and even a plant of my alma mater, one flower and one leaf. I will secretly hum some happy songs of my alma mater with my toothless mouth. ...
Alma mater, I just want to be your pride.
Seventy years later, I may have been in the loess. However, alma mater, I just want you to know that 70 years ago, your students left their hearts in their alma mater and left them in every corner of their alma mater. Although her name has not been written into the annals of her alma mater for 70 years. ...
(The author is the first president of Tao Jing)