September-a poem dedicated to Teachers' Day, fruity and yellow in September, but I still smell it. The fragrance of peaches and plums in March and the cool autumn in September give us an introverted and dignified autumn. The fruit of September gives us maturity and gives us yearning for autumn.
In this golden autumn season, we have the self-evident happiness of being in separate ways.
Children, I hope your eyes are shining with hope, and don't be deeply confused at the fork of life. I would like to use my soul to light a spiritual light for you and grasp the correct course for you in the dark sea.
I would like to use my silent and persistent heart to create thousands of possible paths for you on the three-foot platform. I would like to live and study with your youthful passion, grow together and bloom for life! I know that this festival reflects China people's respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years. Chalk and branches Gaga draw the curve of life. Homework, accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.
I am no longer a candlelight, because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction; I will not be a silkworm, because it is not the dream of a free soul that binds me.
I am the sun, burning and generating, bringing you radiant heat; As the leading goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.
Children, I want you to look at the wider world. Children, I am just a ray of sunshine in September. On the journey of your growth, I, we, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation, we will burn brighter than the sky and ignite your pile of warm fire! In September, we trudged between Japan and China. We have given everything and gained everything. Children, it is your diligence and love that enrich our pockets. We are full of passion, because like you, we are all free masters of life.