The first part: devote yourself to the peach blossom altar all your life and never regret it.
Bottom line: Butterfly and dream of Qi Fei, yellow and blue sky will always go hand in hand.
I often hear the proverbs of my deceased master.
If Xianyou wins Zheliang and Xunyi Education, who else can you ask?
A poem in memory of the teacher
The fairy is separated from the sky forever,
Drive the crane westward, and it will turn cold in spring.
I used to wipe tears in my dreams,
I can still hear my heartfelt words in my ears.
Conversation and expectation are like the sea,
This is a mountain of kindness that needs to be instilled again and again.
Peach, plum and fragrant silk go alone,
Does Chunyu know what year it is? !
Beautiful prose commemorating the teacher's death
At night, the prelude of desire is quietly opened, and the keyboard dances with the words.
The bodies of cigarettes are crowded like mountains, obsessed with the smell of tobacco and coffee.
Can't quit, can't forget.
Standing by the French window of the hotel, looking out and thinking.
In the distance, the lights are dim and neon lights are flashing.
Sudden wailing, across the sky, the night sky is full of sadness.
Your smile flashes from time to time.
Kindness with a little spoiled eyes is affirming my past.
Once, the tacit understanding in history class, you came and I went.
And your experience in the girls' dormitory, all kinds of tolerance, vivid.
In a blink of an eye, ten spring and summer have changed, and I have never visited you again.
How much I want to share with you when I move towards the so-called success.
I want to buy you a beige striped scarf for countless times and hang it for you myself.
Can make you proud to show off in front of other teachers.
Once upon a time, imagine the scene after we met, how would you bless me and my lover.
Once upon a time, I imagined whether we could find a tacit understanding in history class after ten years.
You ask and I answer.
However, things have changed, the fog has dispersed, and suddenly looking back, it is a time like the wind.
Those distant pasts have completely disappeared in this world.
I'll never see you again. I will never see your touch, your gentle hands and kind eyes.
Those broken memories are still supporting, and I respect you.
However, you are gone.
I really want to see you again and say to you: teacher, I love you!
Peach and plum are all over the world,
Teachers are as heavy as mountains.