This poem, I would like to devote for all teachers with respectfulness.” I was an object in a pond of clay. You picked me out of that way. That’s you who opened my eye. You gave me the wings to fly.
This poem, I would like to devote for all teachers with respectfulness.”I was an object in a pond of clay.You picked me out of that way.That’s you who opened my eye.You gave me the wings to fly.