If you can ask your beloved teacher a question
Then I will definitely ask her if she knows I like her
Presumably he should know
She seems to know everything
It seems like nothing is clear
Not sure why I like her
I don't know what kind of thing I like
She seems to know everything
Know the pair of eyes looking outside the class window
Know the affectionate look back at the flag-raising ceremony
Know that "strange" encounter
Yes, she knows
She knows everything, she just doesn't know it, and so do I.
The three-foot podium is like the floating clouds on the horizon
Separate us
in this floating cloud
No matter how beautiful the shooting star is, it will eventually fall...
Purpose: Reminiscing about junior high school life and remembering teachers