初三英語的畢業留言作文

Days are consumed by time, and in the vortex of time, there is a memory of those forgotten memories. In preparatory department on the first floor was once very spread that yet we strongly lang lang to home, national under the teacher's water, we from young children grew up, but in the teacher's eyes, we are still children.

Year after year, time is in the "destiny compass" flow, new environment is meeting us constantly. At that moment in the hand of the book, time seemed to pass away, and the memory of the memory was scattered, laughing and sobbing. It's always accompanied by this sour stock.

Primary school life gradually to drain away from the fingers, it is like a book of intangible, the image of the characterization of our primary school life, until the sixth grade, the literal shu inside seem to be thin, it is very thick thick, but always can't avoid the ravages of time, we always seem to be particularly vulnerable, in which seems to be touched will become to a pulp, waiting for us only to leave, the innocence of childhood was a little bit of time to cut pieces, pieces, only disappear.

The weather-beaten campus has seen through us all, past footprints, bruises, frustrations...

One, two, three... One by one I counted, those precious articles, knowledge treasure like amber deposits in underground in one thousand, with not only books in the bookcase, and instructing teachers work wholeheartedly.

The campus is our home, the new beginning, the new beginning is here and the end...

　　譯文

日子不斷被時間吞噬，在時間的漩渦中，總蘊藏着被那些遺忘的回憶。在小學部一樓曾經傳來我們那一聲聲鏗鏘有力的朗朗讀書聲，在老師心血的澆灌下，我們從稚嫩的孩童漸漸長大，但在老師眼裏，我們還是孩子。

一年又一年，時間在“命運羅盤”中流，新的環境在不斷迎接着我們。在那手持書本的一瞬間，時光似乎回逝從前，腦海裏全是零零散散的記憶碎片，歡笑聲，哭泣聲中。總是伴隨這一股股酸澀。

小學的生活漸漸從指縫中流走，它像是一本無形書，形象的刻畫着我們的.小學生活，直到六年級，裏面的字面俞顯得稀薄，它很厚很厚，但是總是避免不了時光的摧殘，身在其中的我們總是顯得特別脆弱，似乎一觸動就會變得體無完膚，等待着我們的只剩離別，童年的天真被時間一點點地割碎，碎片呢，只有消失不見。

飽經風霜的校園看透了我們的一切，經過的足跡，傷痕，坎坷…

一本，兩本，三本……我一本一本地數着，那些寶貴的文章、知識寶藏猶如千年琥珀蘊藏在地下，書櫃裏塞滿的不僅僅是書，還有老師嘔心瀝血的教誨。

校園是我們的家，新的開始，新的起點在這兒啓程，也在這裏終結…