The cool breeze affects the skirt and quietly reveals the message of separation.
Walk in time
How many people high-five each other?
How many people feel lost?
How many people miss the past?
How many people are reluctant to part?
Confused, wandering, moving on
It took three years to go to school.
I know the scenery along the way very well.
At this moment, I feel particularly nostalgic;
I have been calling for "classmates and teachers" for three years.
Happiness and sadness become natural.
At this time, I feel particularly cordial.
Say goodbye today, it will be many years.
Lonely by the pool, I lost the figure who once leaned against the railing and talked happily.
Haitang in front of the teaching building tells the sad story of "Peach Blossom with a Face"
In the small garden, there is also a legend of our eternal life.
However, this big playground is very anxious. When can we meet again?
Do you remember?
Three years ago, we were in senior one.
The children who entered the school for the first time jumped with joy.
I participated in military training for the first time and finished my first homework in high school with sweat and tears.
Chinese class feels the ocean of literature for the first time.
I heard Hong Zhong's speech in math class for the first time.
Having an English class for the first time is like a spring breeze.
I experienced the ups and downs like mechanical waves for the first time in physics class.
Exploring the course of life for the first time in biology class
Chemistry class entered the element family for the first time.
I learned the mystery of economy for the first time in a political class.
I first learned about modern humiliation in history class.
Traveling around the world for the first time in geography class
The first mid-term exam, some people are happy and some people are sad.
The first school sports meeting, medals lit up the heart.
The first New Year's Day performance showed versatility.
I miss the first year of high school, because that's when I dreamed of flying.
Sixteen years old, singing loudly.
We are constantly releasing energy.
We are the rising sun.
Give dreams golden wings.
Draw a blue ocean for the future.
Young face, with a gentle and colorful light.
Do you remember?
Two years ago, we were sophomore.
Classmates are already familiar with each other.
I remember that you were often late, and you never came to class for fear of being criticized.
I remember your hurtful words and your timely help to remind me.
I remember Kobe who carried water, and I remember the man who swept the floor every day for a month.
I remember that you occupied two thirds of the table, and you shared the only bread with me.
I remember you threw me to the ground and stained my clothes. My secret is that you are listening quietly.
I remember that you borrowed money and didn't pay it back, and you said that talking about money hurt your feelings.
I still remember your deep sadness when you said "Brother, we are going to part".
Tears in my eyes
I am a sophomore.
The smell of competition seems to come overnight.
Time is full and lovely.
Life is full and lovely.
The colorful collective life is equally lovely.
Miss the second year of high school, because it was the year when the eagle flapped its wings.
Seventeen, we don't cry.
Like pine and cypress, tough and straight.
Try to fail and learn all the way.
Laughed, hurt and tired.
Time and time again, I understand the meaning of being strong.
When Haitang is in full bloom, my heart is full of happiness.
Stand up in disappointment and move forward in hope.
So, senior three came.
Looking at the sunshine outside the window is also a luxury.
Soap bubbles are like gentle dreams in the distance.
Bamboo dragonflies are like birds eager to fly.
How old are you, still playing this?
I'm eighteen years old, and I'm still childlike.
Yes, eighteen.
Every day is maturing.
Every step is of great significance.
The future is not far away at this moment.
Success this year is just around the corner.
The last record of the blog is: "Looking forward to the gorgeous update on June 8."
Come on, keep up with my pace and go to tomorrow.
Fight!
Work hard!
Fight!
Work hard!
Day and night, every minute.
Simple and powerful!
Seize the day!
"Dapeng winds up one day, soaring to nine Wan Li!"
Good wind borrows power and goes straight to Qingyun!
Thank you teachers!
It is your silent dedication that keeps us growing (girls and)
Thank you teachers!
It is your firm voice that makes our blood boil in the most tired days! (Boys and)
Thank you teachers!
It is your warm companion, from the adaptive monthly examination to the municipal unified examination and then to the provincial unified examination. ......
We turn around beautifully, jump and jump, we are flying! (all)
Now we are about to leave the embrace of our alma mater.
You laughed, but we cried,
Because I know my reserved alma mater, I am full of passion.
We understand the spirit of the school motto of "reading, understanding, being a man and becoming a man":
We understand:
Responsibility, responsibility! Home, country and the world are in my heart! (all)
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After the end is the starting point.
Facing the future, we go into battle lightly and are full of confidence.
Because my alma mater branded us:
We are students in No.24 Middle School.
We are soaring.
Whatever the choice,
No matter where the road ahead is
The memory and temperament endowed by our alma mater make us brave to face challenges.
There are many obstacles on the road, and we are fearless.
Soar, soar
Today we are fighting for it.
The rise and fall of the motherland tomorrow will be my responsibility!
Soar, soar
Take the world as your responsibility.
Goodbye, teacher (boy)
Goodbye, classmate (girl)
Next stop: blue sky! (all)