Kapok

In the June when the yang is high, the kapok in the sky is floating in the wind.

a slap in the teaching building

I gently picked up a cotton

Standing in front of the flag-raising platform

Looking up at the majestic flag

Salty tears fell

do not

First middle school

do not

The basketball court that I missed

do not

My lovely eight-class buddy

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Dear teacher

Today, I am about to sail by boat.

Don't worry about me

Don't have to miss for me

Because I have grown up

I know how to understand

To care for others

But at this moment

My inner hopes will last forever.

I am willing to turn into a kapok tree

Root deeply into this piece of soil that nurtures me.

Use life to return to my alma mater

But now I can do it.

It is continuous efforts and unremitting struggle

Use actions to serve the motherland to give back to the alma mater

only if