Three meters deep
You said Cai Lao was ill, in the winter in the north
He stared at the dead branches outside the ward.
People should return to their roots when they think of falling leaves.
Think of the coastline and islands in the southeast of my hometown
That's the one you talked about at sea.
The old man who sowed poetry
He said that his life is full of love.
A poet should always keep his skin moist.
Everyone will get old, but Cai Lao will not.
He often wears red clothes.
His slogan is different: less ... spread out.
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Zangtou: "Happy holidays to the teacher"
I'd like to cultivate cypress trees on Rongfeng,
Refining elixir in the old man's furnace.
Learning Tao is really open-minded.
You teach children to solve puzzles.
Climbing higher and higher,
Immersed in mulberries every day.
A swift horse can make its own decisions without a whip.
The pillars of optimism are faintly visible.
Teachers and friends
Friends with green hair and white hair who forget the Chinese New Year,
Focus on chatting in class.
Explore the truth, often argue,
Loud voice, blushing, fever.