The writer immigrated to New Zealand.

Hello!

In a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and we are about to leave our alma mater and enter middle school. Looking back, the life of my alma mater in these six years is still vivid.

I can't forget my beloved teacher Teachers, like gardeners, care for us saplings diligently. Teachers, regardless of the scorching sun, tried to make students understand a question, and they thirsted for five or six times. In order to get review materials for us, how many nights have we stayed up ... I remember that year's Tomb-Sweeping Day holiday, Teacher Lu's father was seriously ill, and he was still giving us review materials on the day he left, so let's take a good junior high school exam and hurry back; When I immigrated to New Zealand this time, Teacher Lu specially held a farewell party and carefully prepared an album ... I will never forget my beloved teacher; I won't forget your inculcation; Never forget your kind eyes; From literacy to writing and calculating, you will never forget how much effort and sweat you have paid for us; I won't forget to train our teachers.

I can't forget the cutest campus. You are like a gentle mother, who tirelessly nurtures us and makes us thrive. Every morning, you lovingly watch us walk into the campus. The most unforgettable thing is that in your warm embrace, we got the nectar of knowledge, the strength of wisdom, the ability of practice and the truth of being a man ... I will never forget my lovely alma mater.

Looking back, the grass and trees of my alma mater are so familiar; In retrospect, every brick and tile of my alma mater is so kind. Goodbye, dear alma mater!

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