Missing My Teacher in Autumn
You are far and far away from me.
But your voice often rings in my ears.
Every day and every night,
I miss you, my dear teacher.
If I were living by the sea,
I would get some beautiful coral
With which to decorate your clean flat.
If I were living by the mountain,
I would pick a bunch of azaleas for you
To make spring stay on your writing desk.
Since I’m now in the North,
Since it’s now the autumn,
I will pick some red leaves for you.
Oh, my dear old teacher!
It’s the flaming-red leaves
That stand for your quality,
And your appearance.