Farewell to the alma mater's poetry recitation program

The wind on campus is fresh and elegant. We came to school against the wind in the morning. There are often sunshine and flowers in the wind. Today, the wind still smells of tears. The alma mater said to Feng, Don't be sad. But turned his head and secretly shed tears. We comfort ourselves, it doesn't matter, we represent the pride of our alma mater. Now, we should pick up pens and paper and create a miracle for our alma mater. Goodbye, dear alma mater, I set sail for you and myself.