Time is like a machine that never returns. He walked quietly without paying attention to everything around him. Your teacher feels the best. As time goes by, I strive to teach my children poetry, cherish every word, and admonish them with every word... The night watchman, who couldn't sleep at night, stayed up at the lesson desk all night. Under the late night light, his thin hands, skinny as a stick, held a pen and wrote beautiful words on white paper. My knowledge is getting deeper and deeper, thanks to the teacher's tremendous efforts. We know that for our bright future and to make the country more beautiful, the teacher has dedicated his life and youth.
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