Cool breeze crosses the hair tip of the poplar inside campus slowly, be in dense and the murmur between the greenery with lazy languid, be like playing wind instruments the sheng xiao of a take leave of. The education building of baby blue mirrors next more quiet appearing in the poplar line of a platoon, pure, although inside bore the weight of too much childhood years.
清风徐徐穿过校园内杨树的发梢，在茂密而又慵懒的绿叶间低语，似在吹奏一曲别离的笙箫。淡蓝色的教学楼在一排排的杨树衬映下显得更加平静、单纯，虽然里面承载了太多的童年时光。
The world does not have the banquet that does not come loose, 6 years of cursory written in water, we should graduate.
天下没有不散的宴席，匆匆忙忙的六年转瞬即逝，我们要毕业了。
Sit in the classroom with the friend a josh, enjoying last elementary school time. Azure blue of the sky outside the window, a few white Yun Piao wave leisurely, the poplar in campus is worth exuberance, resemble more than 40 young little male girls in the classroom.
坐在教室里和朋友一起说笑，享受着最后的小学时光。窗外天空湛蓝，几朵白云飘飘悠悠，校园里的杨树正值茂盛，就像教室里四十多个朝气蓬勃的少男少女们。
The teacher walks into a classroom, make last line fasten with us. She what wearing skirt of broken flower of a blue, be on dais silently, looking at us, the eyes seems is the lake water with one tranquil pool, but including however too much and too much. A breeze stealthily insufflate the classroom that this fills parting breath, also insufflate in each the individual's life, teasing each the individual's heartstrings, the teacher looks again to outside the window, poplar stands firm, green dazzling.
老师走进教室，和我们作最后的道别。穿着一条蓝色碎花裙子的她，静静地走上讲台，望着我们，眼神仿佛是一潭平静的湖水，但却包含着太多太多。一阵微风悄悄吹进了这充满离别气息的教室，也吹进了每一个人的生命里，撩拨着每一个人的心弦，老师又望向了窗外，杨树挺立，绿得耀眼。
The teacher's familiar sound rang again on dais, when seeing a teacher for the first time as us same, in that way grave, in that way quiet. Hearing the time that teacher tirelessly path comes to 6 years, everybody keeps silent, those who want a last time is quiet defend discipline to last after all before her. I turn the head looks to outside the window, the sky appears quiet and distressed, poplar also ased if to also have some of laches.
讲台上再一次响起了老师熟悉的声音，就如同我们第一次见到老师的时候一样，那样的庄重，那样的安静。听着老师娓娓道来六年的时光，大家都不做声，想要把最后一次的安静守纪在她面前持续到底。我转头看向了窗外，天空显得平静忧伤，杨树也仿佛也有了些懈怠。
It is the sheng xiao of take leave of stealthily, ring in the hour that gets together.
悄悄是别离的笙箫，在相聚的时刻响起。
On the road that classes are over, I seemed to see teacher face about walks into the back of campus again. Youth is one Duan Taicang hurried is itinerary, we cross inside the onrush in days. Thank you, my teacher! Hesitate me that is flashy the memory that decides case to become happiness, it is you were me to illume in successful the other shore lamp of a heart, how-to I am walked out of from inside dense fog, let my face up to this world.
放学的路上，我好像又一次看到了老师转身走进校园的背影。青春是一段太仓促的旅程，我们都穿行在时光的洪流里面。谢谢您，我的老师！把我彷徨的那一瞬间定格成美好的回忆，是您在成功的彼岸为我点亮了一盏心灯，指引我从迷雾中走出，让我勇敢地面对这个世界。(文/刘镘利)