Kissing mum's hands,
Gonna leaving home,
Every single morning.
The gate is open,
Received the young generation,
Give success as much as possible,
To make a tiny pearl
Shine brightly.
In a small room,
I sit at the corner,
Without knowing each other,
As it was,
First day at school.
Here she comes,
A little Chinese teacher,
Bring along her books,
Teach her little kids,
Hoping that they knew A B C.
Time flows like the lightning,
But I still remembered that old hands,
Who teach me patiently,
Let me know 1,2,3,
A,B,C and Do Re Mi.
Recently,
I'm on my way,
Walking on the same road,
As she is,
Hopefully that I will,
Make a tiny pearls,
Shine brightly too.
Created by
Slyvester Atan
PPISMP TESLR2
JUN INTAKE 2011
IPGKS MIRI
