I can't forget the beautiful campus. Every inch of land here is printed with familiar footprints. Every big tree here shows its majestic posture, and every leaf shines. The green leaves illuminated by the sun remember the laughter we used to play, and the vicissitudes of the trunk are the testimony of the years. Witness the gradual growth of our alma mater in the past six years-ups and downs. Every flower is a witness to our growth. Flowers bloom and fall, and our smiling faces are hidden in every bud that is about to bloom.
Never forget, dear teacher. Kind faces, cold words. The teacher's earnest teaching has benefited us a lot, and we never forget it. Teachers care about our situation, and things always appear in our minds. The wrinkles on the teacher's face bear witness to the ups and downs of our learning experience, which is the price paid by the teacher for our study. Teacher, you are like a gardener who cultivates flowers, watering our buds with your sweat. Protect it from the wind and rain and work hard for it. And what do you want when the flowers bloom brilliantly? What you pay is youth, time, sweat and experience, and you pay silently, expecting nothing in return. The so-called spring silkworm will weave until it dies, and the candle will drain the wick every night. Teacher, you are like a selfless silkworm, silently contributing to us. Isn't it worth learning? Isn't it worth moving? Without you, we wouldn't be here today. Teacher, I remember everything you said. Teacher, teacher, you are an example in our hearts.
I can't forget it, dear students. Do you remember the day when you entered school that year? From then on, we became good friends who talked about everything, played with each other, helped each other, and of course quarreled, but soon got back together. Remember that kindergarten graduation? We celebrated each other and entered a formal state of study. We learn from each other and support each other. We go to school together. Rain and dew listened to our promise: share weal and woe. The sunset is a testimony of our friendship. Of course, the alma mater is a witness to all this. Today we are going to part, and fate decides whether we are together or not. Dear students, farewell!
Farewell, alma mater. Did you look brand-new when I came home again? Really don't. Dear alma mater ...