The ringing of bells shakes down countless brilliant stars...
The sound of spring, the dream of waking up early, hangs high on the treetops. The road is very straight, extending passionate thoughts and being stepped on by tireless steps.
Gradually, the mast of the tree swayed out a light blue light, and the sun, this huge mast light, rose slowly and slowly. The campus is a green ship, sailing into the distance, a patch of orange-red sunshine... At the door of the classroom, colorful notes bounce in and out, and their playing accompanies the singing of spring birds to form a beautiful and beautiful song. The music, then, countless waves danced around me, making my heart wet.
I strode to the podium. Carrying the heavy weight of youth, I instantly felt the weight on my shoulders.
The stars are coming in droves! Looking forward to coming in droves! The cravings are pouring in! Enthusiasm is pouring in! It's like being under countless flashing lights...
This is the gaze, these are dozens of pairs of curious eyes. At this moment, in the name of a teacher, I reveal my own sky; the door of my soul is open, waiting for the impact and the echo after the impact.
I resolutely opened the new lesson plan and talked about the topics that belong to today and the future!
I stand on the podium made of faith and desire.
Dozens of pairs of eyes weave a magical brilliance, coating my soul with a layer of brilliance. Dozens of thoughts converge into a focus, printing the bright color of hope on my vision.
I stood, facing a piece of land waiting to be cultivated, wondering what kind of fresh mud waves the heavy plowshare would stir up? I don’t know what kind of nameless lines of poetry to sow!
I am searching for the depths of my soul, making arduous explorations again and again; I am tracking the slightest tingles in the chords of my voice.
I chose the career of the sun and the career of green leaves. My ideal tree suddenly grew taller, flourished, blossomed and bore fruit!
I will emit all my light and heat like the sun, nurturing the seedlings and crops!
I waved my arms tirelessly, raised my textbooks, and raised my banner full of declarations. In the classroom, every time I move around, I step on the meditative strings, and every note I fly, slides into a spring song on the music board of my heart.
I wave the pointer, the arc is like a rainbow; I hold the chalk tightly, but the powder is not yet rustling; I am the most loyal son and daughter of the earth, I am the brightest nebula in the sky; at the focus of hope, I stand It became a bronze statue of youth!