Today, we stand here,
Instead of singing that sad farewell song,
Instead of writing that confused and melancholy poem,
We stand here today,
Standing on the threshold of graduation,
Looking back on the warm time of three years together in junior high school, we will start a journey of gratitude for our hearts together;
Let's look forward to the wonderful life in high school for three years and embark on our brand-new life journey together.
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;
In the sports meeting, we strive to cast the honor of the class;
At the science and technology festival, we indulge in flying colorful dreams.
We shed tears, but accompanied by laughter all the way;
We stepped on thorns, but we smelled the flowers of Wan Li.
Sharpen a sword in nine years and try it in June.
We believe that,
Sunshine always comes after a storm.
We believe
No pains, no gains.
Three years of junior high school life,
Is the best time of our lives,
Is the most precious memory in our lives,
We have the brightest smile.
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 enduring;
You are not a sculptor, but you have carefully carved our souls;
You are not a painter, but you have painted the most beautiful picture for us. ...
Thank you, dear teacher!
Your careful persuasion 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,
We will fly higher and higher in the knowledge sky!
Alma mater,
We are a persistent green space in your vast garden;
We are the white sails swaying in your warm river;
We are a red leaf on your solid trunk;
We are a pure blue sky in your vast sky.
I spent three years,
Feel your vicissitudes and read your brilliance.
In your arms, under your green trees,
Every moment exudes the fragrance of memory.
I still remember actively exploring in the laboratory;
I still remember the new green in the small garden;
I still remember that the lights in the teaching building are blurred;
I still remember the laughter on the basketball court.
Thank you, this land of youth,
Accept our young footprints and sprout our initial enlightenment.
Thank you, my alma mater, Bayi Middle School,
Build a broad stage for us and lay a bright future for us.
Alma mater, a wise man, is calling us warmly.
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 be dressed in fiery June,
Hand in a satisfactory answer sheet;
We will be in the golden autumn,
Come back to your arms again.
We will be by your side,
Create a brilliant future with you!