尊敬的钟淑芬老师:您好!今天,在暮秋时节这样一个凄冷的早晨,您的学生和您的亲朋好友一道,聚集在这里,为您送行。没有欢歌,没有笑语,我们都在心底里为您唱一首祈祷;唯有鲜花,唯有挽联,我们都不愿意向您做最后的送别。苍天呜咽,大海含悲,生离死别,心往神追!老师,您没有死,您就是太累了。您要躺下来休息。老师,您不会死,您有力的心跳,就是我们歌唱的节拍。 Dear Teacher Zhong Shufen: Hello! Today, on such a desolate autumn evening, your students, together with your relatives and friends, gathered here for your deeds. No song, no laughter, we all sing a prayer for you in my heart; only flowers, the electoral couplet, we are not willing to make a final farewell to you. Heaven sobbed, the sea contains sorrow, students do not die, heart to chase! Teacher, you do not die, you are too tired. You have to lie down and rest. Teacher, you will not die, your powerful heartbeat is the beat of our singing.