Modern Poetry Farewell to Primary School Life

Six years ago, I was like a small sapling, and now I have begun to thrive. Soon I will leave this warm cradle and start a new journey. Six years, unforgettable bits and pieces let me know a lot about our style in the sports meeting. I remember our heroic posture in the radio exercise competition. I remember the childish laughter and sincere tears among my classmates, the early morning poems we wrote together on campus, and the efforts we made together to select sunshine teenagers. . . . Six years, there are too many things worth remembering. Teachers, classmates ... all the people who helped us and those we helped, who will really forget? Six years, like the sea, will always be hidden in our hearts. Year after year, ups and downs; Day after day, the sun sets, and the love of my alma mater seeps into my heart. Yesterday, I read and wrote here; Today, I thrive here; Tomorrow, I will take off from here and shape a bright future. The footprints of growth remain on the campus path, in laughter and singing, in the fragrance of flower beds ... Every corner of our alma mater is full of our shadows and fantasies, which we will never forget. Spring rain, dribs and drabs, arouses the ripples of missing; Continuous spring rain, continuous, always holding our alma mater. ....