Swallows spread their wings and eagles soar, which is the bird's yearning for the blue sky;
The stream is gurgling and the waves are rolling, which is the song of the river to the ocean;
Rice is fragrant and fruitful, which is the earth's imagination of everything;
Stone, peach and plum fragrance, that is the hope of our alma mater!
Teacher, alma mater
We're leaving you.
Put away the old scripts.
We quietly
Walk through every corner of the campus
Walk past the place where we lived for six years.
Look, the sunny classroom.
How many times have you listened to us? This book sounds loud and clear.
Look, the silent blackboard.
How many times have you written about us, the secret of knowledge?
Look, the wide and flat playground.
How many times you left us, laughter floated.
Look, the crisp and sweet bell.
How many times have we been reminded to cherish time?
Alma Mater
When I meet you again
One by one in our hearts for many years.
I can't forget what my teacher taught me when I was confused.
I can't forget the helping hand extended by my classmates when I fell.
I can't forget that when I failed, my teachers encouraged me one by one.
I can't forget that when I succeeded, my classmates applauded warmly.
Alma Mater
How can I thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years have passed in our hearts.
We clearly remember your busy figure.
Teacher, let's play ball together.
Teacher, my model plane is ready.
Teacher, my composition has been published again
Teacher, we won the first prize in the chorus competition.
Remember your anxious eyes in the sports field?
That's our motivation to win the first place.
Seeing the victory of the game,
You cheer with us.
At that moment, I clearly saw the tears in your eyes.
How can we forget that when we made progress, you gave us a reward.
How could I forget that when I was sick, you were caring and attentive to us.
How can I forget that when I made a mistake, you carefully reminded me of every word.
As long as there is you, there is our laughter.
Watch us understand day by day.
The most gratifying smile blooms on your face.
Your heart has been beating for us.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 1, Grade 6 thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years of time in front of our eyes gently shed.
before long
Teacher, my pants are torn.
Teacher, my braid is loose.
Teacher, I spilled my lunch.
Teacher, mom and dad have quarreled again.
Teacher ... teacher ... teacher. ...
Yes! What's so hard about beating you?
You are a gardener with grass in your heart.
Whoever is psychologically injured, you are the cure doctor.
teacher
It's really hard for you.
With gentle love, such a group with a southern accent and a northern accent is integrated.
It's really hard for you.
Including such a group of slowly growing children, there is a warm heart.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 2, Grade 6 thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years of wind and rain quietly flashed in our minds.
Teacher, have some water. How many times have you lost your voice for us?
Please put down your pen, teacher. How many times have you tired your eyes for us?
Teacher, please sit down for a while. How can you persist after just playing the infusion bag or bottle?
Teacher, please have a good rest.
Your child has grown up.
won't forget
You help us move forward in every ditch.
Don't forget, your shoulders are not huge.
Hold up the scenery of our lives.
Do you remember
In math class, never tire of asking questions, and explain patiently.
This is the cornerstone of our rise.
A little success.
I won tears for you.
From walking lightly to getting old
You left the most wonderful chapter in our life on the road of growing up.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 3, Grade 6 thank you?
Why are there so many memories?
I can't tell you our attachment to each other.
Why are there so many blessings?
I can't say enough about our attachment to our alma mater.
Why is it sincere language?
I can't tell you how much we miss you.
Irresistible
Is the most beautiful scenery,
Eager to slip away,
Is the best time.
All this.
As if it had just begun.
As if it were yesterday.
But in a flash
We will say goodbye to each other.
Goodbye, alma mater.
You gave me a colorful life.
Goodbye, teacher.
You gave me the nourishment of life.
Bye, mom.
You gave me love and sunshine.
Let us salute you-
Give the highest young pioneers team ceremony! (salute! )
Thank you, alma mater.
Thank you, teacher.
Thank you, mom.
Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind. We walked hand in hand on the path at dusk for the last time and heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset. We smiled at each other. This kind of singing reminds us of the past that is gone forever, and of the countless separations we have seen in the past days. We used to sing in those places, but today it's our turn. Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind. For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing. We have made all the preparations, and there will never be such a grand farewell in this life, but tears still come out of our hearts, just like those lost youth that never come back. You told me to stop crying. We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world. But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes. Then let's have a good cry. In this summer's wind, holding your hand, let us recall the days we passed together again, recall those dreams that are gone forever, and let everything pass in our hearts again. This may be the last and gentlest summer in our young years. After this summer, we will face many seasons and many times of parting. But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye. We will think of this summer again and again, all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication, all the friendship. Years later, we will open the yellowed commemorative album somewhere. All the handwriting will be blurred, only the gardenia we put in the book still retains the last fragrance of this summer. A similar summer night,
The shortest answer is doing.
The shortest answer is action.