A farewell message to school leaders and teachers?

In the world, is there always someone who will fade into a faint outline in the long grass like the misty sky? The familiar voice that once appeared in the background will eventually produce a layer of noise like a degaussing tape, which will eventually become blurred, and then really disappear from this world and dissipate in the river forgotten by time.

Flooded all the rivers of joys and sorrows, flooded all the rivers of love and hate, flooded all the sorrows, flooded all the regrets, flooded all the people who didn't want to leave and finally left, flooded all the people who finally hugged without hugging, and with colorful colors, they burst into the inadvertently opened mouth above time and space.

Between heaven and earth, there are only vast tracts of rotten grass falling, flying funerals, and lonely figures standing on barren slopes who don't know where they came from and where they are going, singing songs from a long time ago, waiting to break through the rising sun in the dark under the sunset in Ran Ran. Counting the farthest line between loneliness and time, the fault where the yellowed memory meets the past in the split space now tears the clear sky, tears the dark clouds and puts on the skin with only stars and little nights. With the oath that was blown under this sky, it will always flow in the galaxy where the stars shine like diamonds, flash into countless stories of palpitations and pains in human eyes, and pass through the clouds with the most beautiful curves. Reaching into the distant sky, like a ray of eternal light, it goes on endlessly, passing through countless white dwarfs and red giants, and finally reaches a dark cave where even light can't escape, becoming a material existence in another world, flowing with the blood it once chased, and living proudly.