Zan teacher's modern poem 2 "Love" knew your majesty when I was a child. I always thought that your pointer accidentally fell into my palm, reminding me to concentrate on my homework in class, or I would be punished. With you, I learned to be strict with myself. I don't know until I grow up. This is kindness. Behind the strictness is the deep love for the teacher. Teachers have a kind of love called love without borders. Teachers have a kind of love, called peaches and plums all over the world. I knew your harshness when I was a child. I think of your criticism from time to time. Those who do not meet the requirements will be detained for remedial classes. Let me remember to raise my hand actively in class, correct my mistakes immediately, and live up to my parents' affection. Teacher, I learned to be strict with myself with you. I don't understand until I grow up. This is kindness. Behind the harshness is a deep love for the teacher. Teachers have a kind of love, which is called love without borders. Teachers have a kind of love, called peaches and plums all over the world.