2, 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 ...
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.
4. Those who drink its stream are pregnant with its source, and those who learn it are read by my teacher.
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.