A little poem about graduating from primary school

Classmate's address book

When graduation broke up,

A classmate record, leaving everyone in the class.

Handwriting, tone and posture

There are also smiling faces with different house numbers.

Since then, the class seats have been rearranged.

Become a contact map,

As a young greeting,

Become a commemorative stamp.

In the future, when today becomes yesterday,

The date and postmark are gone,

Will take me along an alley-like letterhead grid,

Find those strange doors and windows and familiar faces,

And those memories that will never grow up on campus,

Those who stay in the years will never forget that innocence.

graduate

We set sail from here/go to distant places/when we go to tomorrow/how can we forget yesterday?

Looking back on yesterday/lush years/lush years/fragrant years/days of meeting and knowing each other/magnificent treasures.

Today, we shed tears/that's not sadness/-that's singing/today, we are apart/that's not losing/-that's cherishing.