The swallows spreading their wings and the eagles soaring are the birds’ yearning for the blue sky; the gurgling creeks and the rolling waves are the singing of the rivers to the ocean; the fragrant rice and the abundant fruits are the earth’s singing to all things. The imagination of spring and autumn, the fragrance of peaches and plums, that is the hope of our alma mater for us! Teacher, we are about to leave your alma mater. We put away our past games. We walked quietly through every corner of the campus and passed the place where we have lived for six years. Look, how many times did that sunny classroom listen to us? The sound of books was loud to you. Look, how many times has the silent blackboard written us, the secret recipe of knowledge, how many times has the wide and flat playground left us, and how many times has the laughter floated, look, how many times has the crisp and melodious ringtone reminded us to cherish our time as my alma mater. How many years have flowed into our hearts once again and we will never forget it. When we are confused, we will never forget the teacher’s words of instruction. When we fall, we will never forget the helping hands of our classmates. When we fail, we will never forget the teacher’s encouragement. I will never forget the bursts of warm applause from my classmates when I succeeded. My alma mater, how can I thank you, teacher? We are about to graduate for six years. Six years have passed by in our hearts. We clearly remember your busy life. Teacher Ying, let’s go play ball together, teacher, my airplane model is ready, teacher, and my essay has been published again, teacher, we won first place in the chorus competition. Do you still remember your anxious eyes on the sports field? That is the motivation for us to strive for the first place. When we saw the victory in the game, the moment you cheered with us, I clearly saw the excited tears in your eyes. How can I forget? When we made progress, how could we forget that you awarded us prizes? When we were sick, How can we forget the warm greetings you gave us? When we made a mistake, you gave us careful instructions. No matter when, you made us laugh and watched us become sensible day by day. Your face bloomed with the most gratifying smile. Your heart, Teacher, you are beating for us all the time. How should every child in class six years thank you, teacher? We are about to graduate for six years. Six years of time are falling gently in our eyes. Once upon a time, teacher, my pants were torn. Teacher, my pigtails came loose, my lunch spilled on the teacher, my parents quarreled again, teacher... teacher... teacher... Yes! What can be difficult for you? Whose thoughts are weeded, you are the gardener who weeds. Whose psychology is injured, you are the doctor and teacher who heals. It is so difficult for you to integrate such a group with southern and northern accents with your gentle kindness. It is so difficult for you to tolerate such a group of people with your warm heart. Teacher, children who are growing up slowly, how should every child in Class 2 of the sixth year thank you, teacher? We are about to graduate for six years. Six years of ups and downs are quietly flashing through our minds. Teacher, please take a drink of water. Teacher, how many times have you been so tired that your voice has become hoarse because of us. Teacher, please put down your pen. How many times have you made your eyes so tired because of us, teacher, please sit down for a while. How can you hold on just after taking the bottle? Teacher, teacher, please. Have a good rest. Your children have grown up. I will never forget that you helped us move forward at every ridge. I will never forget that you held up the scenery of our lives with your not-so-lofty shoulders. I still remember the questions you asked in math class. I never tire of patiently explaining that it is the cornerstone of our ascent. Every little bit of success has won your tears. From light steps to old age, you have left the most wonderful chapters of life on the road of our growth. Teacher, every student in class three of six years. How should a child thank you? Why no amount of memories can express our attachment to each other? Why no amount of blessings can express our attachment to our alma mater? Why no sincere words can express our deep longing? Everything is the most beautiful scenery, and everything that rushes away is the most wonderful time. It seems like it just started, it seems like it was just yesterday. But in the blink of an eye, we are about to say goodbye to each other. It is your alma mater that gave me my wonderful years. Goodbye, teacher, you gave me the nourishment of life. Goodbye, mother, you gave me love and sunshine. Let us pay you the most noble Young Pioneers salute! (Salute!) Thank you, alma mater. Thank you, teacher. Thank you, mother.