Hu Bingyan
Three years ago in the summer,
a group of childish teenagers,
converged to this campus inside.
What a childish face,
What a petite body,
For the enrichment of nutrients to put the roots firmly disk.
Over a thousand days and nights of struggle,
Over a thousand days of heat and cold,
Under the guidance of the soul engineers,
We have grown up to be suave guys and beautiful girls and upwardly mobile youths.
Three years, three years, three years!
We put our youth into the campus.
Principal, teachers, school management,
Selfless dedication of knowledge.
Classmates, same school, same class,
just like biological sisters.
Between classmates and teachers,
just like parents and children.
Familiar faces and familiar campus,
have been integrated into the minds of students.
And now, this period of time to be drawn into a circle,
rest after the absence of a good score of five lines.
We carry a greater ideal,
to put a higher peak of knowledge to climb.
At this point I have long been in tears,
Shed this love this beautiful picture.
Over a thousand days, although there are fights and quarrels red face,
But we understand each other and encourage *** with forward.
Over the past thousand days we have been studying and exercising,
The friendship we have formed is just like a hand and foot.
I would like to stay on campus for a few more days,
and walk under the shade of the playground.
Hug the teacher y,
Sincerely take the hand of the students.
Sit in the classroom and listen to the teacher's teachings,
and chat with your classmates again.
But we have a responsibility on our shoulders,
Our minds still need more knowledge to fill.
Let's take this emotional picture,
and edit it into an emotional movie,
sealed inside our own minds.
Open it up from time to time,
and it will connect us with eternal emotions.
Schoolmates ......... goodbye!
Teachers ......... goodbye!
School ......... goodbye!