When I think of graduation, I can't help thinking of some poems praising our teacher's pure teaching.

Like rain, good rain knows the season when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place at night, and the flowers in Jinguancheng will be heavy. People often use Du Fu's "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently." In a word, it describes the cultivation of students by teachers in obscurity and imperceptibly. Learn to spin silk and stick to making candles. Take a picture of Lulu Tong Ming. Three-foot books connect all corners of the country. One inch of chalk runs through generations of spring and autumn. 4 gifts for teachers. Kuang Huanxue is highly respected and knowledgeable, hoping for heroes.