Black and White Concerto - Dedicated to Teachers' Day
The white clouds in the morning
are picked up by you inch by inch
and turned into shining stars
Decorate the night sky
The night sky is so bright
The breeze of the four seasons
is picked up by you little by little
< p>Become flat notesInlaid in the song
The song is melodious
You dye inch by inch pink ash
Your own temples
Use your shoulders to build the ladder of growth
We climbed to the top of the cliff
But we left our footprints on your body
The fruit tree shaking the years
Falling sweet fruits
You smiled, but waved your hand
Quietly retreated
Become The white clouds in the sky turned into shining stars
Silently, shining at dawn
On the three-foot altar
Day and night Oh, you are composing
A concerto in black and white
[Classical Complex] A gift to my mentor on Teacher’s Day
The mission of preaching and answering questions is difficult, and the hard work and night sleep are unknown Disaster.
Working hard on the documents adds to the white hair, and it is estimated that the time spent will be shortened by the loss of time.
Morality and righteousness are always in your heart, and your dreams are always sweet when you hold poems and books in your hands.
Don’t talk about poverty on all sides, the garden is full of fragrant peaches and plums.