The most beautiful thing in the world is flowering hair, and the most beautiful thing in the world is falling flowers.
Flowers bloom and fall, and life is complete. You and your ministers are only flower admirers.
When you are happy, don't ask where the flowers will be. When you are sad, don't ask where the flowers will go.
Destined by fate, spring comes and goes, and the scenery is full of flowers.
Who broke the glass cup?
The obstacles between teachers and students are full of heartache.
My name is Zhao Hua, a high school Chinese teacher, female. Her name is Xu Xiaoyin, I don't know whether to call her a student, a lover, or something else.
It has been more than ten years. Standing on this podium, more than fifty young children have bright eyes, which are sunshine and hope.
I love this podium and I will never forget it. You, who were ignorant and reckless back then, were in your prime at sixteen years old, and I was twenty-two years old. I don't understand love. Before you, there was no love.
The fleeting years take away the past with just one word: My child, it's so warm to have you by my side.