Time is rushing, time is like an arrow

I wish, I would like to be the love of the world, distributed to various places before graduation; I wish, I would like to be a meteor, across the sky, take away the feeling of frustration before graduation; I wish, I would like to be grassland A flower on the open, six years of beautiful dreams to share with everyone. But, smart, you tell me, why can't I be the love of the world, a meteor or a flower?

Time is like running water, never to return! The six-year life of the small country has gone so hurriedly. There are teachers' words and deeds here, and there are drops of sweat from the students. If the season has color, then the spring is green, the teacher is busy, the students' happy little life is always in this hopeful season, the hot summer makes the students full of motivation, and the fruitful autumn brings a little to the students. In the meantime, in the days of "spring", the days of more than four thousand days have fled like flying. As time goes by, many beautiful things are buried in the long river of memory, but the evening is reading. Sound, playfulness, and joyful backs, we have left unforgettable memories in every corner.

Campus, teacher, you are the starting point of my life, you are the flower season of my life, I will remember your entrustment, I will take your hope to the future and open a new journey!

For the sake of ideals, I only say goodbye to tears.

No, my alma mater! !