The first chapter: Poetry praising teachers in graduation season. You are always preaching.
No matter where I am
Once taught me, since then.
You explain over and over again
I thought I couldn't hold on.
A lot of things, but I don't want to
Many years have passed.
It followed me and reappeared.
That classroom
Teach the outside world.
I always thought the world was big.
Later, I learned that it couldn't get out of your blackboard.
I always think it's a long time
Now I understand, that's just a part of you.
Open a picture.
When needed. whenever
Confused, you will appear.
Re-explain what has been taught.
Even my manuscript, you also
Tick carefully as homework.
I don't know. Is there anyone else?
Know me better than you do.
I'm here and you're there.
You turn on my program on time
Just like a farmer looking at a fruit in the field.
You read my growth with your heart.
Listen to that naive child.
No wonder I can't live without your lecture.
It turns out that you are worried about the other side of being always online.
Dragon, let me go.
Chapter two: Poetry praising teachers in graduation season. You are Chunyu.
Water peaches and plums.
Dye green and touch the earth.
You are a swallow
Took away the cold of winter.
Have a warm day.
You are a candle.
Burn out 365 dreams
Send away a batch and welcome a batch.
You are a rising star in Ran Ran.
Farewell to the night of ignorance
Bring back the dawn of wisdom
Chapter III: Poetry praising teachers in graduation season at sunset.
I bowed my head and looked forward.
A long journey of life
Extension distance
There is your silent figure.
Stop under the banyan tree
Read a great poem
I walked past you gently.
Listening to the familiar melody
Touch the memory of the past
But found
Burn scars, once a rebel.
As thin as a cicada's wing
That bitter youth
No more embarrassment
Once the joy and tears.
Now it is another kind of scenery.
The sky in the sunset
Jinyu waterfall
You turn around and leave.
Leave a growing book.
And the smell of you.
Stop on the road of my life
Let me not be afraid
A tricky mile.
Today I will put all the beautiful words.
Create a song
Dedicated to what made me who I was or who I am now.
Touched teacher
I hope you can forgive my mistake.
Chapter four: The old saw singing the teacher's poems in graduation season.
It is always polished.
Countless times to the podium
Pull back and forth on your forehead
Up to the forehead of a big tree
Expose a long scar
The wind cannot be ironed.
The rain can't bear to get wet again.
Thick hair in the past
A white hair is a piece of chalk.
become
Then I'll put them all up.
All dyed blackboard color
The blackboard was dyed white.
Add occasionally in silence
Those are skinny.
Stumbling memories.
Once in high spirits
One pair is rough.
But it's still a good hand
Hold on to things that are no longer hot.
Calm; calm
No regrets in peace
How many years have you been separated from a sentence without regrets?
In a chance encounter
Still ringing in my ears
? Hello, teacher?