We cannot forget the teacher! !
Time flies, love is like a cup of century-old flower carvings, which is plain but exudes the unique refreshing fragrance of Acanthopanax bark from time to time.
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Actually, I understand the look in your eyes. Deep and distant, it has poured in too much love for us.
Actually, I understand your eyes. Let you use your silent enthusiasm to awaken our desire for the digital world.
Actually, I understand your eyes. In that faint sadness, we can see the anxious worry in your heart. What are you worried about? Can you tell us? Let us share it with you.
Actually, I understand your eyes. Every time we see your haggard face, our hearts hurt. It turns out that you are young and beautiful, just like a fairy from heaven descending to earth. Your elegant and simple floral dress brings out your pure heart, and your eyes are so tenacious. We know that you are here for me. Let us study hard with peace of mind.
Actually, I understand your eyes. You have the sorrow that Yi An's "Shuangxi Sammon Boat" cannot carry it, but you have chosen not to regret that "the belt is getting wider".
Actually, I understand your eyes. You used your fraternity to raise the ideal sail for us. In all of this, you said: "This is the sacred mission of the teacher.
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