The prelude sounded, cheerful and cheerful. ...
I know that the world has given you an honorific title: teacher, you know, and I know. You smiled faintly when I called you like that under the tree.
Full of happiness, sparkling eyes exude vitality, and the light reflected by white and neat teeth floats to the bottom of my heart along the unknown fragrance, which constitutes the clarity of the prelude.
I always want to sing a song for you, singing the happiness in my heart.
The climax is coming, exciting and passionate. ...
I know, you love me, right? It must be like this. Otherwise, why do you want to raise your hand to stop me when I make a mistake, and your eyes are full of unbearable? Why did you look at the door after school and tell me to be safe with a smile? Why is your hand shaking more than mine when I get grades, and the expression of joy lingers on your face for a long time? You must love me! It is you,
Go into the paradise of literature and appreciate the "squandering flowers and getting charming eyes".
Only in this way can we appreciate the beauty of "no horseshoe", the sad beauty of "sweet mouth singing the moon" and the pride of "I smile at the sky with a horizontal knife and stay in Kunlun Mountain bravely". Everything about you has long been engraved in my heart, woven into a climax, and gradually became emotional.
I always want to sing a song for you, singing the feelings in my heart.
The curtain was delayed, silent and slightly injured.
I won't let go of my hand, and I want to be coquettish in your arms. The road you walked with me is in my mind. "
"Spring. You accompanied me through the summer with endless lotus leaves, the autumn when I picked chrysanthemums, the winter when I blew open the petals of ten thousand pear trees ... You accompanied me through the spring, autumn, winter and summer season after season, how can I write down the ending and say goodbye to you?
I always want to sing a song for you, singing the sadness in my heart.
Teacher, I always want to sing a song for you, which is as touching as a aria, as euphemistic as a recitation, as sincere as my affection for you, and lasts forever.
I always wanted to sing a song for you. It belongs to you and me.