Trường THCS Lộc Giang

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Nice school and lots of trees as you can see

In November, I visited the old schoolnThe old almond tree is now sparse with red leavesnThe cold winter afternoon will windnGoing back to school, but my nostalgia never stopsnnThe old school is still here, but why can't we see peoplenStill hear somewhere pure laughternHis steps on the podiumnTeacher's handwriting on black boardnnThe boatman brought the junior classnAcross the river with pen and ink booksnHe passed on me so much knowledgenTeaching to be honest people likennHow many generations we are very proudnThere is a simple noble teachernIn the battlefield, he used to be a heronIn ordinary life, the teacher is faithful to ironnnI came to visit, but the teacher was no longer therenThe pollen dust over the years erodes the lungsnI feel guilty about coming herenHot sad tears in the middle of winter.