骄阳正好，风过林梢，我们正值年少！
The scorching sun is just right, the wind is blowing through the treetops, we are young!
在那个夏天和秋天的交界处，我走进了那个温暖的校园。
At the junction of summer and autumn, I walked into that warm campus.
九月，那日我满怀期待，迎着朝阳一步步走向教学楼。
In September, full of anticipation, I walked step by step towards the teaching building facing the sunrise.
“我很高兴认识你们。”
I'm glad to meet you all
我很高兴，我上小学啦！
I'm glad, I'm starting elementary school!
这是一年夏末，太阳正升起，我畅想着未来…
It's the end of summer, the sun is rising, and I'm imagining the future
放暑假时正值盛夏，放假当然很开心了，我嘴里说着开学再见！
During the summer vacation, it was the height of summer, so of course I was very happy to have a break. I said goodbye to school!
再看六年级的哥哥姐姐们，他们似乎并不开心。
Looking at the older siblings in sixth grade, they don't seem happy.
六年时光如烟火，转瞬即逝，花开花落只在一瞬间。我也曾多次与同学们说过想毕业，但为什么现在要毕业了心里却不怎么高兴呢？
Six years of time are like fireworks, fleeting, with flowers blooming and falling only in an instant. I have also told my classmates many times that I want to graduate, but why am I not so happy now that I have to graduate?
可能是不舍老师，可能是不舍同学，亦可能不舍的是校园，有太多太多的不舍…
Maybe it's because I don't want to part with my teachers, maybe it's because I don't want to part with my classmates, or maybe it's because I don't want to part with my campus. There are too many regrets
忘不了…忘不了朝夕相处的同学，忘不了慈爱可亲的老师，忘不了温暖了我六年的校园。
I can't forget... I can't forget the classmates I spent time with, I can't forget the kind and approachable teachers, and I can't forget the campus that warmed me for six years.
这是一年盛夏，夕阳正落下，我回忆着我的六年。
It's summer, the sunset is setting, and I'm reminiscing about my six years.
“认识你们我很高兴”
I'm glad to meet you all
又是一年暑假，但这次我并不开心，我们笑着说再见时深知再见遥遥无期。毕竟在人海相遇的人，终会归于人海。
It's another summer vacation, but this time I'm not happy. When we say goodbye with a smile, we know that goodbye is far away. After all, those who meet in a sea of people will eventually return to the sea of people.
再看低年级的弟弟妹妹们他们似乎非常开心。
Looking at the younger siblings in lower grades, they seem very happy.
在那个蝉鸣不止的夏天，我安静的回头，同那温暖的校园说再见。
In that summer when cicadas chirped incessantly, I quietly turned around and said goodbye to the warm campus.
六月，那日我依依不舍，踏着夕阳一步三回头。正如朱自清的《匆匆》所写，燕子去了，有再来的时候，杨柳枯了，有再青的时候，桃花谢了，有再开的时候，但是日子啊一去不复返，我们的六年时光也一去不复返。
In June, on that day, I was reluctant to leave, stepping on the sunset and turning back three times at a time. As Zhu Ziqing wrote in his book "Haste", swallows have gone, there are times when they come again, willows wither, there are times when they turn green again, peach blossoms wither, there are times when they bloom again, but the days are gone forever, and our six years of time are gone forever.
故事以九月开头，以六月结尾，寥寥几言怎能写出我的六年？
The story begins in September and ends in June, how can a few words describe my six years?