The south wind blows gently, and time always flies by.
Today, we stand here,
Instead of singing that touching and sad eulogy,
Don't let your lips tremble again,
Today, we stand here, standing on the threshold of graduation,
Looking back on a warm time of six years in primary school,
Let's start a journey of gratitude for our hearts together.
Looking forward to a beautiful life together for three years in junior high school.
Embark on our new life journey together.
Alma mater,
We are the eternal green space in your vast garden,
Is the white sail swaying in your warm river,
Is a red leaf on your solid trunk,
Is a pure blue sky in your vast sky.
I spent six years,
Feel your 50 years of vicissitudes,
Read your 50 years of glory.
In your arms,
In your shade,
Every moment exudes the fragrance of memory.
Thanks to this land of hope, we accepted our young footprints and sprouted our initial enlightenment.
Thanks to my alma mater for building a broad stage and laying a bright future for us.
Who led us into the palace of human civilization?
Who supports our hope of progress?
Who is it, persuasion and indoctrination?
Who is it, unknown and diligent?
Is our teacher, our honorable guide.
You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle;
You are not a writer, but you make the chapter of life last forever.
You are not a sculptor, but you have shaped our souls.
You are not a painter, but you have painted the most beautiful picture for us. ...
Thank you, dear teacher,
Your careful reminder makes me feel like a spring breeze.
Your kind eyes make me feel warm.
Your warm smile redoubled my courage.
With your strong support, let me rise up and move forward.
We will always remember your teachings, and we will fly higher and higher in the sky of knowledge!
There is a passion, just like classmates and teenagers,
There is a kind of friendship called holding hands;
There is a promise called helping each other in the same boat;
There is a kind of happiness called drinking ethylene glycol.
Thank you, dear students,
At the art festival, we appreciate the beauty of art with our heart.
At the sports meeting, we strive to cast the honor of the class.
At the Reading Festival, we let go of colorful dreams.
We shed tears, but we laughed all the way. We stepped on thorns, but we smelled the flowers of Wan Li.
In a few days, we will enter middle school.
We believe that sunshine will always appear after a storm.
We firmly believe that no pains, no gains.
Six years of primary school life is the best time in our life and the most precious memory.
We put on our brightest smiles and dyed our graduation with charming colors.
My road twists and turns, through a hidden valley, and each road extends a beautiful dream.
The green trees reflect the red walls, and every tall building opens affectionate doors and windows.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
We will certainly hand in a satisfactory answer sheet in the hot July.
We will definitely return to your arms in the golden autumn.
We will stand by you and create brilliance with you!