Everything in the past will be a beautiful memory ―― Teacher, I miss my middle school days, my alma mater and you. ...
If time can go back, let me go back to my student days ―― dear teacher, how I want to listen to your earnest teachings again …
After parting, your voice often echoes in my ears for a long time; Your figure often appears in front of my eyes; Your teachings, in my heart forever ...
Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, your firm face, firm voice and tenacious spirit will float in my memory. Teacher, you have taught me life, how can I forget you!
Whenever I harvest, I can't help but miss the hard-working cultivator-the teacher.
Teacher, although I have been away for a long time, your image seems to be a bright light, which has been flashing in my heart.
Today, I am in a distant place, folding the yesterday you gave me into a boat of memory and floating it in the lake of missing.
The clothes are still the same, and the lights are still the same. Your familiar blackboard writing and familiar voice lead our thoughts to the past student days. Oh, teacher ...
Miss you, dear teacher! I cherish the gaze of your bright eyes in my heart. They are like clear water with two eyes, flowing in my heart forever. ...
Those who drink its stream will cherish its source, and when they learn, they will miss my teacher.