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The city skyline glittered with lights at night, a tapestry of dreams woven into steel and glass. Amidst the urban hustle, she found herself marveling at human ingenuity and the resilience of the human spirit.
Even though I know love is not possible
No need to think about the promise passing away
The banks of the old river still move
In deserted streets, bells still ring
Blandly saying goodbye every night
Sadness and sadness at the moment of separation
Love weaves meaning into illusion
A piece of love that lasts forever
Blame people for wasting their youth
Troublesome people waiting to waste green spring
Time leaves love indifferent
Happiness is no longer under thatched roof
"If you want to go to the right, build a bridge overseas.
If you want your children to be literate, then respect the Teacher."
The old song is still here.
Forever and ever, full of faith.
Thank you teacher forever!
Even though life is full of sunshine and rain,
I always miss my old school.
I miss the specialized school that wakes up early in the afternoon and goes home.
Birds are singing high above. In the
distance, the phoenix tree still has flowers.
The school is our common home. When we're
far away, we'll always remember the days we spent together.
Father's food, mother's clothes, teacher's words,
hard work and study, one day you will become famous.
Time passes quickly
, but many memories of those green days will always remain.
Yet, at the opening of school this time,
my heart was filled with excitement, remembering the first day.
The teachers were like gentle mothers.
They worked hard to teach day after day.
“So I just walk out in the rainSo that the cloud could hide the painAnd baby, you will never seeThe thousand tears you gave to meAnd if the rain should go awayThen in my lonely room I’ll staySo that the world will never knowHow much it hurts to see you go away
I’d like to knowIf there’s a more effectiveForm of tortureThan knowing everydayThat you are whisperingThe same sweet nothingsInto her ear as you didMine…”