即将离开母校的我们在生活中，总会有离别的时候， 可是，几天后，离别时的心情也是可想而知的， 我也要与小学生活说再见了， 那种伤感总会在心中徘徊， 我会离开我的老师，
We will leave the Alma mater in life, there will always be parting, but after a few days, to leave when the mood is conceivable, I also want to say goodbye with primary school life, the sad always in our hearts, I will leave my teacher,
Away for a long time can't leave my classmate, also want to leave my campus.
Six years ago, I just transferred to this school, saw a teaching building, see the classroom, see the desks and chairs. Buildings, though not so new, the classroom is not so big, tables and chairs, though not so match, but it gave me the wonderful memories here, described the teachers, friendly classmates I won't forget them. Forget, my dear students! Never forget, we together of the time, forget we have forged profound friendship. Although the boy is very naughty, often make the teacher lost his temper, and nothing is boring, pull the girl's hair, the girl will often be chasing they keep playing, but our friendship is always the same, isn't it? Six years we have struggled in the sea of knowledge, play in the beautiful campus, spent together this wonderful time. Six years, and then all will be separated, in the heart how can calm?
Unfortunately, I have no time to finish these good things! I am facing entrance pressure, I have to place oneself in the busy learning. But I still found that I involuntarily want to my classmate, want to my teacher, and my time on the campus
I won't forget them, forget them fresh face. I want to stay here, would you want the time here!
Graduate, how to keep those warm days, but how eager to early into the stream of life. Old life, the past is a bunch of sweet sugar-coated berry; The charming sweet and sour, will finish forever.
Gather a bunch of dreams, the school play, recall is so colorful; And pursuit of growth, but has been jumped over. Hubbub noise in the world, it seems quiet, let me to pick up the tree lost its memory.
We have 4 together during the spring and autumn, every game, every time, every time the quarrel, will be precious memories I have of a page.