The bird is going to fly - goodbye, teacher; goodbye, alma mater!

When I think about the upcoming goodbye to the beautiful campus, I bid farewell to the teachers and classmates who are getting along with each other, and my heart will burst into trouble.

Six years ago, we sneaked into the door of the campus, and began to live in primary school for six years with respect for teachers, cherishment of friendship, and desire for knowledge.

A six-year study career is like a colorful picture! When the first sun rises in the east, our short figure appears outside the campus; when the flowers open their eyes, the campus sounds loud. Every day, we listened carefully, as if a dry sponge sucked the knowledge of the rain. And the big class activities on Thursdays have enriched our campus life: the students have skipping ropes, some kicking the shuttlecock, and some sitting and chatting together...

For six years, I have been thinking about a question: Why should my alma mater pay attention to us so that we can hang around? Now, I finally have the result - the gardener wants to cultivate flowers; the teacher wants to educate the students; the sun also wants to shine the light on the earth!

Six years have passed and we are growing here. We have learned a lot of knowledge and reason. Alma mater! You gave us a happy childhood; you let us grow on this fertile soil; you let us start here and pursue your dreams!

Dear teacher, reviewing the course of six years, every success has your sweat; every failure has your encouragement; every progress has your help; every effort has your efforts. It is you - satisfy my desire for knowledge; it is you - tell me the truth in life; it is you - let me step into the hall of literature; it is you - to illuminate the road ahead; it is you, yes You... piles of work make your hands rough, and the day and night labor makes a few strands of silver on your head. However, no matter what you can't change your love of literature, no matter what you can't change your pursuit of calligraphy, no matter what you can't change your care for students. You use your words and deeds to set an example for us. You use your own youth in exchange for our unremitting efforts and pursuit!

The wind in June blew our hearts. The door of the middle school waved at us. We are about to soar and look for the stage in our hearts. The bird is going to fly, flying to the paradise that belongs to it.

Birds - flying, no matter where and when they fly, it always returns to the original point - the place where the dream starts!

First day: Zhang Xiuge