Poetry time

Time flies, fleeting. Six years passed in a hurry, six years took away my ignorance, and six years left a good memory. For six years, we have lived together day and night, paid attention to each other and made progress together. Six years, I've changed. I'm not that inexperienced person anymore. In six years, my alma mater has changed and become an ocean of love. Six years has changed a lot. Now, we are like grown-up kangaroos, leaving our mother's arms. We are about to leave our alma mater and the teacher who loves us as a mother, and there are too many disappointments in our hearts. Too many feelings. In the season of parting, we bless each other. See you next time, remember Dandelion's agreement!