Just awakened a sacred and exclusive place.
Hard-working people follow the track of Teachers' Day.
Dress up one's lifelong desire as a delicate bouquet.
I set out with heavy hopes in my heart.
Running all the way, all the way through.
Weave the most splendid scenery of the sea of flowers at will
Although the same story has faded the memory year after year.
Teenagers in front of the office building
Waiting silently in the fragrant aisle
Like a flaming carnation in bud.
Quietly waiting for the glory of life to bloom.
When the smiling gardener gently stretched out a pair of warm hands
A young flower heart instantly blooms into the most beautiful flame on campus.
The teenager stared at the distant sky.
An eagle spreads its wings and soars at the end of the blue sky.
The back corner of the classroom.
A left-behind child from a foreign land
There is no special impulse and object of this festival.
There is only a paper rose folded into pink by hand.
And an uneasy heart.
When bursts of laughter mingled with disdain pierced the eardrum.
The teenager was surprised to find mimosa in the corner of the plant.
Collecting dim leaves and landing on the bottom of the basin. ...