In less than three months, he will leave this warm and warm alma mater. He used to think he had to leave his alma mater for a long time, but in a twinkling, he was going to leave. Cherish every time, keep every happy moment, cherish every opportunity to get along, always do not know how to cherish the friendship between classmates, now graduated to grasp, in the hope of this last semester, to all the students and teachers have a good impression of leadership.
Previously, see many number of brother and sister, then leave a group of a group, was always thinking about not to us, but time is getting, suddenly we become the school's Big Brother Big sister. After the test, we will be waiting for the final exam, facing the alma mater of our stand together through storm and stress, there was a burst after burst of ripples, but had to leave, if I could go back in time, that this is good.
Alma mater, I want to say to you that I love you, you are the gardener of the motherland, you have nurtured a batch of students, and how many students are growing up in your training. How many students hide the wind from the rain and pay for the students silently, on the way, how many students are angry with you and how many students do. Over the years, you have no regrets to help us grow, and get out of our school and get into university students. That's also your credit. Because you have educated him, we express our deep blessing to you, and I hope you will have more and more students.
In June, a special season, I will say goodbye to six years of primary school life, at this moment, I have mixed feelings.
The monitor, I apologize to you. Do you remember? One morning, you let my homework, because of fun, there is no homework, don't make you lost to all sense of shame, but he lied to the teacher said later, after the inventory, found that a person did not pay, they severely criticized you for a meal, you walk out from the office, on his face tears, sorry, monitor.
Have you always give me the help desk, a math exam, I forgot to bring my ruler, you panic your ruler folded in half, I still cannot forget the clear sound, thank you; friends, don't forget when we graduate shouted: we want to have agreed in my heart, in our friendship extended to forever!
Goodbye, that we have sway over the sweat of the playground; goodbye, that we have visited countless commissary; goodbye, that we have done numerous broadcast gymnastics; goodbye, all in all the school, graduate, I will give you a sound, full of gratitude: Thank you!
The days are constantly engulfed by time, and in the whirlpool of time, there are always memories of those forgotten. In the primary school department on the first floor once we came the sound of Lang Lang doushusheng sonorous and forceful, the teacher in blood watered, we grew up from children gradually, but in the eyes of the teacher, we are children.
Year after year, time in the "fate compass" of the flow, the new environment is constantly greeting us. At that moment holding a book, time seems to pass back to the past, the mind is all 00 pieces of memory fragments, laughter, crying in. This is always accompanied by a surge of sour.
Primary school life came from the fingers, it is like an invisible book, the portrayal of our primary school life, until the sixth grade, which is literally Yu thin, it is very thick, but can not always avoid the ravages of time, where we always seem particularly vulnerable, seems to be a touch will be waiting for our injured all over the body, only the parting, childhood innocence is a little bit of time to cut broken pieces, it only disappeared.
Through our campus have experienced years of wind and frost, following in the footsteps of the scar, rough...
One, two, three... I am the local number, those precious articles, knowledge treasure like the Millennium amber hidden in the underground, the bookcase is not only full of books, and the teacher's teachings make painstaking efforts.
The campus is our home, the new start, the new starting point is set here, also here end...