I remember the simple school gate, the winding path from the door, the green grass on both sides of the path, and the wicker dancing with the wind next to my husband's hometown. Are many flowers in Puyuan still in bloom? Are goldfish in Zhuo Ying pond and Huanyue swamp grabbing food again? Do the lights in Yu Xiu and Wanxuan Building always stay on until late at night? After the evening self-study, is there anyone who is as stupid as we were at the beginning and stomps on purpose to see who can wake up the lights in the corridor of Mianmian Building? I remember the cobblestones in the middle of the school road, and the old people who exercise on them every morning. Their faces are always so peaceful and smiling, and their steps are always so tacit. There is no melancholy of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night", only the clang of "Frost leaves are red in February". Are there so many people talking on the rooftop of Chunhui Zhai? Standing or sitting, one after another, one after another, whispering spread and filled the whole rooftop. The moonlight shines on everyone and touches the soul.
Once in my memory, at two o'clock in the morning, the rooftop was crowded with people, and the meteor shower of Leo was overwhelming and surrounded us. Groups of 351, huddled together, wrapped the quilt tightly outside, but shouted desperately. The paper plane flying overhead flies far away with good wishes. This long-forgotten memory suddenly touched my heartstrings, and the bits and pieces of feelings poured out gently, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Memories are like this, like dandelions dancing lightly in the breeze all over the mountains, swaying slightly and quietly, but flowing away inadvertently. In memory, there are many unspeakable feelings that can touch your heart, pure and sacred. So is my alma mater in my memory. Although there are troubles and setbacks on the title page, the conclusion is full of joy and gratitude.
Now, Binghui Middle School is ten years old, perhaps unknown, perhaps not outstanding, but he is always working hard, struggling in his own way, and writing a brilliant life for every student and teacher! Ten years after its establishment, it is young among many schools. Because of its youth, we still have a lot to work hard and improve. Because we are young, we have more passion to create brilliance; Because I am young, I dare to innovate and pursue distant dreams; Because of youth, this school is full of infinite hope.
Ten years, in the long river of history, is a fleeting moment, but for Binghui Middle School, it is a long scroll of continuous progress and brilliant achievements. In the past ten years, the fertile soil that shed tears of youth is now blooming everywhere; For more than ten years, students who have been instilled by many teachers have now flown everywhere; In the past ten years, all the ups and downs we have gone through have become sweet memories. Groups of students come with hope, sweat and laughter, work hard and grow up in this land, and finally are eager to fight the sky and ride the wind and waves. How many days and nights, they worked hard, and finally had the strength of the eagle to spread its wings and fly, and could soar in a wider sky; How many days and nights, they are fearless, and finally they can sail to a wider sea and challenge the stormy waves ... When they are about to say goodbye, they don't give up, but they want to release all their gratitude, touch, gratitude and gratitude ... They don't give up the teachers who accompany them, the fascinating campus, the swaying youth and the true feelings of their classmates. Life is like this, in the years of tempering, grow stronger and write a shining chapter in your life.