Ask for a self-created poem, full of emotion, thank you.

Long six-year primary school life.

From our fingers

Quietly pass away

At this moment.

We have become mature.

I'm graduating soon.

Farewell to the beautiful campus

Farewell is like a parent's teacher.

Say goodbye to our classmates who live together day and night.

We are about to fly to different worlds.

With each other's best wishes

To pursue our own dreams.

Although we are so reluctant.

at present

In the hands of each of us.

They are all dragging heavy classmate records tightly.

It records every classmate and teacher.

Happy memories

With sincere wishes

This alumni record

Maybe it's our classmate's last memorial.

But this is by no means our last memory.

because

This is not just a yearbook.

Still very deep classmates' feelings.

It is also a very touching relationship between teachers and students.

We all come from all corners of the country.

This separation may never meet again, or even contact.

But please don't be sad.

This alumni record

Will become our memory card.

Storing bits and pieces of our childhood.

This alumni record

Will become one of our precious video recorders.

Records the piles of our primary school life.

This alumni record

Will become one of our time reversal machines.

Lead us to find the once precious memories.

future

When we achieve something,

Or feel lonely

Please open this yearbook.

This time reversal machine will take us

Go back to the old Shangzhuang primary school.

Go back to the playground full of laughter

Back to the singing music teacher

Go back to the computer room that excites the students.

Ears will again

Ring the familiar bell for class.

The teachers' inculcation sounded.

During the break, the classmates chased and slapped the laughter.

Maybe we'll meet again in n years.

But we can call each other strangers.

I can't even name each other.

But this friendship will last forever.

Will be fixed in our books forever.

In the precious classmate records

Give me some wealth value!