Today, when we meet again, the days in our lives once again count the past as a song.
2. I like meeting each other tonight, watching the white-haired beauty sigh that time is like a sword, and putting aside fame and fortune, raising a glass to arouse the ambition and ambition of literati.
Students celebrate the banquet, remember that the window is bright and clean, and I feel that the years have turned into a light song and dance, and my eyes are shining. Don't let down the wonderful time and the affection of my friends.
3. Part One: Years are like songs, remembering the past of classmates.
Bottom line: cherish the love between teachers and students in the future.
Cross-examination: Good anniversary.