Modern Poetry: "The Friendship between Teachers and Students is Differently Red" Praises the Red Sunset and Praises the Love between Teachers and Students
Author: Liu Xingsheng
The sixty-year-old recalls life, a wonderful life Enlightened by Meng. Teacher Meng showed me the way to school, and my love for Teacher Meng is as red as fire.
There are roads in the mountain of books and hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ??learning and hard work is the boat. Since I have made great ambitions since I was young, I have to face many difficulties and dangers to climb.
The road to knowledge is as long as reaching for the stars, and the road is uneven across thousands of rivers and mountains. Overcoming thorns and thorns, I rush through the mysterious fog, and my eyebrows are full of vicissitudes.
Kung fu is worthy of perseverance, and it is achieved through repeated hard work. In 2005, the mystery cleared, and the metal refused to guide the establishment of equations.
Superconducting and resisting conductivity are twin brothers, and twin brothers are symmetrical. New discoveries in experimental physics, another shock to centuries-old physics.
There are one hundred kinds of physical mysteries, 60% of which are difficult problems. Geomagnetic reversal experiments have proven that there are equations for the magnetism of celestial bodies.
Basic science will promote it and theoretical models will verify it. I only regret that I am weak and young, so many experiments are difficult to complete.
There is no help from all around to ask for heroes, but the heroes of the world can respond. Refuse to publish the leading paper first, and repeat the experiment globally.
Masters from all over the world work together to revolutionize sub-disciplines. Quantum theory has been expanded, so why worry about being weak and getting older?
Since ancient times, late love has been associated with tragic scenes, and I look at spring growth more than autumn. The eyes are wide and the heart is thousands of feet wide, and the waves are magnificent and the sunset is red.
Looking at life as a sixty-year-old, beautiful life comes from Mongolia. Thanks to Mr. Meng for showing me the way to learn. The friendship between teachers and students is so special.
Twenty-six years have passed by in a blink of an eye.
I met many students unexpectedly and recalled those years with great joy.
Recalling the past when he was in his prime, he was the coach on the podium three times.
Compared with gardeners, they raise seedlings and cultivate them carefully and water them frequently.
The young eagle is waiting to be fed, a good and innocent young man.
When you are diligent and naughty, interesting things come to mind.
A loving mother has a stern heart and a father's appearance, but appears to be majestic but has a compassionate heart.
I only hope that gold and steel will be produced after hundreds of refinements, and I only hope that the eagle will fly into the blue sky.
Cloudy, sunny, rainy, snowy and cold, the windows are bitter, and the dusk goes and the morning comes with us.
The combination of strength and softness combined with grace and power sharpens the teacher-student relationship infinitely.
Life is short and time is short, and black hair turns pale in an instant.
It is a pity that I have been unable to achieve a remarkable career and wasted my years.
I am happy to meet you today, and many students are dancing together.
The seedlings have become pillars, and the great roc spreads its wings to conquer the sky:
The green military camp shows its heroic appearance, once guarding the border for the motherland;
The golden shield shows its skills, and the people The policeman is a good boy;
The judge has a clear mirror hanging high, and the law is fair and strict;
A rising star among the writers, diligently writing new chapters for the times;
A master of finance, insurance and wealth management, his impressive achievements are worthy of praise;
The owner of a state-owned enterprise is happy to contribute to the country;
The teaching team has a new talent, and he is diligent and dedicated in teaching;
Standardizing the market is for the common people, and business administration is the backbone;
There are even more brave people who enter the business world, dare to be rich and dare to take the lead,
BMW and Mercedes-Benz lead all roads, and the future is boundless.
Facing the former disciples, I feel regretful and happy at the same time.
I feel inferior to other rookies and am slow to catch up with the trend.
The years are passing by and old age is approaching, and the boss is doing nothing but feeling sad.
However, it is like that the wave behind pushes the wave ahead, and the youth is better than the blue.
Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, each leading the way for decades.
I like to see how talented my disciples are, which makes my heart even more sweet.
We meet again after not seeing each other for many years. It is an unprecedented gathering of heroes.
Looking back on the present and thinking about the past, my heart surges, and I laugh and talk about my good achievements.
Talk about life with many emotions, and more importantly, the infinite love between teachers and students.
The wine is fragrant and affectionate, and the glasses are frequently raised to express blessings.
In this life, I am fortunate to be in a prosperous age, and the sun is at its peak.
Keep pace with the times and innovate industries, and expand your horizons.
We are old and useless, so we are willing to cheer and cheer.
May you add more icing on the cake, and may your horse gallop and whip again.
The frost-stained phoenix trees are covered with a golden blanket,
The sunset rice bean sprouts cover the brocade flowers.
Under the blue sky of spring flowers and autumn fruits,
Galloping the three-foot big railing.
The spring breeze should be proud, and the swan geese will return from time to time?
The blazing heart will continue the wax torch, but the flame will never turn into ashes.
Looking up, the autumn chrysanthemums bloom, and looking back, the peach and plum blossoms shine.
If the apricot altar is not crowded with birds, how can we shed tears?