Recommend a poem about a 3-year gathering of teachers and students.

Cherish the fate (new rhyme)

Cherish the fate of thousands of miles to gather together as a teacher, and the summer heat is more real.

knocking on the heartstrings and remembering each other, I wish you good health in succession.

Meet again after 3 years:

Time is like water, and years are like songs. It has been 3 years since we graduated. Thirty years are fleeting in the long river of life, and it is also a long process of a baby's arrival. Thirty years can add white hair to my dear classmates and draw wrinkles on my beloved teacher's face. There are too many joys and sorrows along the way for 3 years, but in any case, we are feeling growth, life and life.

thirty years ago, we read through the most beautiful, pure and romantic golden years of our lives with a beautiful vision, a dream of flying and a youthful enthusiasm. Thirty years' life is like a play, and life is like a dream. We have entered the year of "no confusion" from youth, from "the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning" to middle-aged people who have experienced storms, and from parents' children to their parents. After tasting the ups and downs of life, what we can't give up most is the classmate friendship.

thirty years of caring for each other gives us enough reasons to meet and get together. Although the reunion of classmates can't change your fate and mine, we can feel the warmth of friendship. Although the reunion of classmates can't bring fame and fortune, it can let us exchange information, communicate the friendship between classmates, review the innocent years of life and talk about the hardships and beauty of life. Of course, although a short meeting can make us miss for a while, it can't make us miss for a lifetime. I believe that no matter how the years change, what remains unchanged is our eternal pure friendship with each other.

In the past 3 years after the long years and the long road of life, although we have different choices on the road of life and different experiences in the journey of life, when we look back on the past, we once again deeply realize that the friendship of our classmates is the truest and the feelings of our classmates are the deepest in the accumulation of years.

Getting together is always short and joyful. After a passionate party, everyone will say goodbye to each other and go their separate ways. Maybe after a long separation, I hope the fragrance of friendship will add a ray of warm sunshine to our dull life. The past is like smoke, warm as yesterday, raise your glasses again, and when will we meet?