Love to hear you use that special voice to call my name, always feel that it is a share of sunshine breath. I love to see you show that peculiar smile to soothe my despair, always feel that it is a bubbling spring. My favorite smell you print that deep handwriting to fill my heart, only to feel that at that time, the sun shines in my heart.
Once there was a dry sea, once there was a haze, once there was a sandbank. Only because of your vicissitudes of hands, all of this, have gained a change.
Ink-like dark clouds cover my sky, only because of you, I ruthlessly shake off this black silence, look na, in my head, that is the sun. That exam, I can't forget it for the rest of my life. I have never been more confused, my heart is like a beaded chain being torn off, scattered, bouncing without direction. But when your eyes narrowed in a smile and sunny words flowed into my heart, I knew that it wasn't necessarily a curse. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, I realized that looking at the world with an open mind is a blessing, a joy. What we crossed was not a delicate flower blooming in the clear sky, but a strand of root in the gray and black soil. But at that time, the sun shone in my heart.
June days, the vicious sun exerted all its strength, emitting a dark red light, radiating the vicissitudes of the sea, my riverbed has long been cracked. Only the smell of evaporating sweat was scattered in the classroom, spreading all the way from the classroom to the corridor. You can clearly see under the blood-stained band-aid is a pair of hands dancing happily on the blackboard chalk composed of purring music, sweat and blood together on the high podium. You wait, the harvest will be our students of the peach and plum fragrance.
Melancholy paintbrush in the thick of the night on the white paper randomly playing circles, ink color light rendering, to the night and added a melancholy. I am sleepy, day and night of the pen in exchange for is always again and again the drink of the cup of wine of the failure of drunkenness. Once all the lofty ideals are in a flash see was wet, like wet wings of the eagle, frustrated looking at the sky, want to cheer up, but not cool off the feathers on the heavy dew. It is you, once and for all the serious words cut off all these evil thoughts, so that the sun within my heart again rising. At that time, the sun shines in my heart.
Early in the morning, it is your cheerful sunshine breath to our motivation; at noon, it is your happy and confident flavor to our encouragement; in the evening, it is your beautiful hopeful look to our support? Now, the parting is imminent, recalling its rays of sunshine. Always feel that there are a thousand words to say, but do not know where to start. Now, just want to hear you shout my name over and over again, over and over again to see your smiling face, over and over again to feel your loved ones like love. "Puff", "puff" the bird struggled to spread its wings, the sun began to shine on the bird, watching the bird fly.
If a flower is a world
If a handful of soil is the starting point of a dream
Then, for me, teacher, you are the sun.