Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
In your sleep, you are still savoring our success.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
You played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind.
The last time we walked together on the dusk path,
I heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset.
We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that we can never come back.
Thinking of the old days,
I've seen countless separations.
We used to sing in separate places,
But today is our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind.
For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have prepared everything,
There will never be such a grand farewell in my life.
But tears still gush from our hearts,
Just like those lost youth that never come back.
You told me not to cry,
We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes.
Then let's have a good cry.
Holding your hand in this summer wind,
Reminds us of the days we spent together,
Think of those dreams that are gone forever,
Let everything go through in my heart again.
This may be the last year of our youth,
It is also the gentlest summer.
After this summer, we will face many seasons.
Many farewells.
But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think about this summer again and again,
Think of all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication,
I also think of all the friendship and love.
In a few years, we will be on a similar summer night.
Open the yellowed yearbook.
All the handwriting will be blurred,
Only the gardenias we put in the book,
Still retains the last fragrance of this summer.