Pick up the chalk and walk into the classroom.
With that fiery heart, a primitive and rich golden land was reclaimed.
Have you ever thought about retiring here?
Career begins with a blank on the blackboard.
Watch the short stick in your hand slowly disappear.
Lost in endless love
The love dust all over the sky dyed your original black hair white.
Since then, your years have been like water.
From then on, your morning drowsiness turned into fat.
Since then, your efforts have been devoted to this gentle and lovely black land.
You work hard on that side, no regrets-there is joy in suffering.
You planted your hope in that golden land.
Then they grow into big trees under your watering-supporting this land.
Time doesn't convince you, but it bends your body.
You have stood for decades, and you have given us your precious freedom.
You have given us more precious youth.
But you left no trace of regret.
Is it okay? You have to give me a word!