Those years, that you - Yuan teacher

Teacher Yuan, you are like a fiery sun, warming up our young shoots.

Teacher Yuan, you are like an oil lamp in the night, illuminating the smile in our hearts.

Teacher Yuan, you are like a cotton jacket in winter, warming our hearts.

Teacher Yuan, you are more like a stream in the mountains, a little bit of fine flow merges into a trickle of tricks, and a little bit of care merges into a strong teacher.

Teacher Yuan, others always say that you are diligently cultivating the pillars of the motherland. I want to say that you are the pillar of the motherland. Your care is all for us!

Teacher Yuan, I have now left my alma mater who has trained me for six years. I have left you to train me hard. The knowledge you have taught me will be used for a lifetime.

Teacher Yuan, thank you, planting the seeds of literature in my heart. You love literature, I also love literature. I still remember that you taught us to read literature. Your firm tone read the glory of the motherland, and your sad tone is behind the misunderstanding of the motherland.

what! Teacher Yuan, you are always in my heart, forever, forever.

First day: White cherry blossoms in Paris