The stars in the night sky are shining, the lights are still bright, your tall figure is still reflected in the grass outside the window, the sound of the pen brushing across the paper is still clearly audible, and the occasional heavy sigh is a sign of our naughty intrusion. Kind forgiveness for the misfortune. Late at night, the lights turn on again, and the title page of the lesson plan is opened again. The tired words are energetically arranged in the square grid, describing tomorrows homework and explaining the meaning of life.
Raise the light in your heart
I still remember your seemingly stern eyes and the bits of true love contained in your words. That is the most subtle and sincere expression of your love for us. .
You never let us hold soup in both hands while we are cooking, and walk back to our seats at the table like "acrobatics". But in order to avoid walking once, we still risked being burned by "holding the scale" with both hands. After we "performed acrobatics" again and again and almost fell down, you finally couldn't help it and said: If anyone carries soup with both hands and gets burned again, you will be punished!
However, , how many people can really understand this loving reprimand? In order to protect us from getting hurt, and to let us have a healthy body, you express the most caring love in the most ordinary way. You are stern on the outside but delicate on the inside, but you always reveal your warm love and fatherly affection inadvertently. The sun and the moon go by, and the figures running in the rain write tomorrows lessons. They hold a light at night, and the pages of the book that are turned over record the dedication of yesterday. The language in the eyes tells the pain in the heart, the raised corners of the mouth contain the hardships of the night, and the laughter in the classroom is full of pride for us.
Don’t dare, light the lamp in front of the window.
Late at night, that lamp writes the hidden love.
Light the lamp
Last night, when it was raining, who closed the window for us? This morning, when the wind was cold, who told us to add clothes? Today, when we gather together, who will laugh with us? Tomorrow, Parting, who is sad for us?
Last night there was a strong wind and rain, the leaves were beaten loudly, and the raindrops flew into the dormitory, bringing a bit of cold air around our hazy sleepiness. Regardless of the cold night, you got up and closed the window that you stubbornly opened for us. As your hands moved the edge of the window with difficulty, the cold raindrops broke in along the wind and wet your warm hair. Thin clothes. The dream suddenly became sweeter. In the dream, the fragrance of gypsophila filled the sky.
In the early morning, the autumn wind blows, and the golden poplar leaves fall one after another, marking the arrival of golden autumn. When you got up early, you didn't forget to tell us to put on more clothes, "Its cold, wear more clothes." While we were throwing on our school uniforms and coats indiscriminately, you who only remembered to tell us but forgot to add some clothes for yourself. The wind blows, sending chills on my body and chilling my heart.
Finally, it lit upThat light.
Late at night, that lamp reminds me of the delicacy of love.
