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It's almost the end of term.

On this day, the whole department held a meeting.

The new department chair Xia Bo gave a speech and talked about some things about the department’s external exchanges. Wang Huadong, deputy director of the department, delivered a speech and assigned the tasks for this stage.

Fang Chen lowered his head and took notes, feeling something sharp stabbing him. He couldn't help but look up and met Xia Bo's fearful gaze. Xia Bo's eyes flickered almost invisible, he lowered his eyes, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and took a slow sip.

Why does Xia Bo look at himself like this?

What is she afraid of?

Fang Chen was confused.

Could it be...?

I will never say anything, it’s all in the past!

What's more, this moment is the same as that moment.

At this time, it was the turn of the department president and secretary Chen to speak. He mainly said one thing: "July [-]st" is approaching, and in order to celebrate the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the party committee of the college launched the "loyal to the motherland, loving vocational education" The essay solicitation activity for "Making Contributions to the Communist Party Members' Positions" is not limited to literature and sports. It is free to express and calls on everyone to actively participate.

Hearing this, it was like a ray of sunshine shining into his heart. Fang Chen's eyes lit up. Come on, he is in the mood to write poems and lyrics. He should actively participate in the essay writing activities organized by his unit. Why not try writing a poem?

She looked at the teachers in the conference room, and some fragments of her teaching career came to mind, and she felt excited for a moment.

He quickly bowed his head and wrote quickly:

they

It's a group of ordinary teachers

they

Have a resounding name----a Communist Party member.

They are so ordinary,

Unknown and silent among all living beings;

They are so extraordinary,

In the field of vocational education, it shines brightly like stars.

she was

The young teacher who just stepped onto the podium

Smiling like a flower

High spirits

Warm words can encourage the flowers of education to bloom

Sharp thinking can lead to bursts of wisdom.

etc.

A middle-aged teacher who connects the past and the future

flowers are blooming

With heroic appearance,

Wise eyes can illuminate the future of future generations

A tolerant mentality can tolerate the arrogance of teenagers.

etc.

Veteran teachers who have been teaching for many years

fruitful

Promote Huafa

Deep knowledge can ignite the spark of innovation

Rich experience can enlighten the brilliance of life.

in those days

They were all young students with ideals in mind

I vow to dye the mountains and rivers of the motherland green with my most precious youth,

Entered the agricultural and forestry college,

A few years of cold weather

Several storms.

Now, they

as a green seed

Taking root in the Agricultural Vocational College

Become a true Agricultural Vocational College person.

students of that year

Today’s nursery

How many students have they served here?

Planted a green dream

Here, how many suburban farmers do they serve?

Sending colorful hopes

How many towns and villages do they serve here?

It brings a beautiful environment.

three inch chalk

Dyeing her black hair white

Three feet podium

Showing off his grace

student respect

Turn it into motivation for her to teach

student grades

Turn into a smile on his lips

Each generation of students is like green seeds

Spread across the suburbs of Beijing

Generations of young people are like strong seedlings

Growing up in various parts of the country.

life worries

Troubles of the world

They don't pay attention,

they only care

The vegetation lives up to the spring breeze,

It embellishes the mountains and rivers with great splendor.

On this occasion of the motherland’s birthday

They want to pay their respects from the bottom of their hearts:

Motherland,

I would like to turn my sweat into white clouds,

Decorate your blue sky;

I would like to shed my sweat as rain

Nourish your green space.

I would like to be a ray in your spring breeze

I would like to be a drop in your clear water.

The meeting was over, and Fang Chen had finished writing this little poem.

I returned to the office, typed into my computer, polished it a little, and gave the poem a title - Group Portrait of Garden Teachers, and uploaded it.

Xia Bo returned to the office and closed the door. Sitting at the desk, holding his forehead with his hand, he began to think hard.

Been here for over a month.

Everything went well, but I didn't expect Fang Chen to be here.

She shouldn't tell anyone about the past, right?