Praise the lyrics of the class teacher.

There is no eternal youth/no eternal commitment/wandering in the prelude of life/in the long river of history/in the stormy days/for whom/for those who have abandoned everything/

The tender beige plaid skirt is swaying in the wind/stepping into this strange classroom/Oh/I'm sorry, teacher. We are the most familiar strangers/You smile/From now on, we will lead this group of children/go to a new field/a few words of encouragement in the exercise book/waves carefully outlined in the composition book/defend the last dignity for the children who have made mistakes/This is all a teacher has in his life/

A boy plagiarized his composition/you didn't get angry/you just smiled and asked the class representative to hand out a stack of papers/each paper contained plagiarized articles/you didn't criticize/only the red-faced boy/you stopped the class representative/remember/this will be our secret forever/

When the dust at dusk disappears in the cool autumn breeze/all the past events sink into my heart/those past events are just an old dream/I remember/only the rolled-up corner of the book/

A distant student/sent you a card/actually/you have forgotten the student's name/you locked it at one end of the drawer/so it carries your little happiness/never grow old/

Choose for yourself.