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Zhang Song: Dear leaders, teachers, dear classmates: Good evening everyone!

As a representative of the graduates, it is a great honour for me to speak here today on behalf of all the graduates at this solemn graduation ceremony. First of all, on behalf of all the students to the teachers of the alma mater: You have worked hard! To the day spent with his brothers and sisters said: Keep working hard!

A few years of high school passed in a flash. With a flick of our fingers, we have grown from a freshman hungry for knowledge to a graduate with some success. Believe in the high school life acid, sweet, bitter, spicy, left everyone precious memory; believe that high school a few years of study will become everyone's future development of the inexhaustible motive force.

After a few years of nervousness and busyness, I should be feeling the same as the other students. Even if I was overjoyed, I couldn't hide my memories and nostalgia. Faced with our alma mater, we were filled with emotion as we were about to graduate. It is because of your nurturing that we have ample personality space in the direction of development; it is because of your concern that we can be confident of any hardship for the ground team; it is because of your care that we have successfully completed our studies and gained the opportunity to continue our studies and work; it is because of your tolerance that we can make mistakes and learn to live our lives according to our own ideal interests.

After a few years in class, teachers have shown us the limitless charm of knowledge by talking on and on, or by persuading and persuading. If the blackboard is the vast sea, then the teacher is the sailor of the sea. At the moment the bell rings, you use the staff to whip the pulp, paddling the textbook anchored in the harbor like a ship. On the desk, the difficult questions piled up like a reef, your hand gestures are vivid like a flying bird, waving a beautiful arc on the podium — the boat passes through... The sky does not float a cloud, like your bright heart, a high.

Perhaps there was some regret, too, that so many wonderful lectures were too late for us to listen to; so many wonderful events, too late for us to participate. Maybe a little bit of guilt, in the face of the fatherly teacher, we can always invent a variety of truancy reasons. Many times, we can only come up with a single version when faced with teachers who do their homework seriously.

In the past few years of our lives, we have gained too much, and missed too much, and time has never been so stingy, not even a minute more for us. We always thought we were grown up and we always thought we didn't care at all, but when we left them and came back, we found that we were related to this group by blood, and that we shared both honor and disgrace.

Recently, I've been thinking about the question: If I could live in high school again, what would I choose? What would he strive for? Give up what? Some questions really have answers that are different from what they were at the time.

There was always too much heartfelt gratitude, for fear of being too late to say: Dear alma mater, it was you who contained our ignorance, it was you who gave birth to our wisdom and decisiveness, it was you who gave us the stage to show ourselves. The learning ethic and the learning idea of the alma mater will benefit us all our lives. Not only have we learned, but we have also learned how to be a person, a diligent and honest person, which is the greatest wealth our alma mater has given us.

Dear teacher, it was your hard work, your selfless dedication, that brought us the harvest and growth; your vast knowledge, imparted to us without reservation; your considerate consideration, which filled our lives with the warmth of home; your unique charisma, which impressed us even more; your training and guidance, which left a deep mark on the path we grew up in. Thank you so much!

Dear parents, the journey together with the rain and the wind, you prop up a brilliant clear sky, with the meticulous selfless love, to us warm harbor and the unceasing power, but never ask, let us give you sincere gratitude, with a lifetime to repay your endless kindness.

Now that we're leaving, let's carefully preserve every picture because the brilliant smile on the photo is fixed in our memory; let's hug everyone we like or appreciate or have helped us, because many of us have never seen each other again in our lives; let's say "sorry" to those who have argued with each other, and don't blame anyone else, because we don't want to bring our friendship's shortcomings into the future; let's say "thank you" to every teacher, to the staff at our school posts, because they exist, so we can learn and live comfortably; and let us shed tears at other times, because we should remember each other's brilliant smiles!

Here, we wish the alma mater a better and more brilliant tomorrow, we also wish every teacher good health, work well, and hope that the juniors continue to create a better future!

When we are about to embark on a new journey in life, all of us will remember that there is no beauty in the sea, there is a beauty in the stream, there is no majesty in the mountains, there are tortuous mountain roads, there is no passionate music, there can be lyrical tunes. The wind blows through the waves, sometimes, directly hangs the cloud sail Ji Canghai. In the long journey of life after, find your own direction, be the best self! Such a life is beautiful!

Woman: It was really a brilliant speech. That pure voice was like a magic melody. It made us feel both happy and sad.

Male: Rhythm leads the fashion, melody surrounds the square, fresh rhythm, high difficulty sound, also for you to create a different perfect imagination, next please enjoy the third and second year class Zhang Jun independently created the piano, "Magic Song of the Demon Sound", I believe will bring you an unexpected surprise.

After the host finished speaking, Zhang Jun walked up to the stage and bowed deeply towards the audience, and then, as the audience screamed in anticipation, he slowly walked to the piano and sat down. His phoenix-like eyes were slightly closed as he quietly sat in the light. His slender fingers slid across the zither keys, and the sound of the zither rose up like a flower blooming in a spring.

It was clear and agile, like a mirror in water. A Flying Feather and Water Bird flew past it lightly, brushing past the surface of the water little by little and causing ripples.

The melody was peaceful, but the tempo was quickened by Zhang Jun, which made it more suitable for the night. It easily struck a chord with the listeners.

Everyone looked at Zhang Jun's figure as he played the zither with all his heart. His ten fingers seemed to fly across the keyboard. His eyes sparkled like the fiery essence of the eyes of Great Sage Sun Wukong under the illumination of the lights.

As the last note faded, the auditorium began to boil with excitement. Everyone began to clap. He was truly worthy of being called the Prince of Piano.

Woman: Thank you, Zhang Jun for your wonderful performance! Where, what do you feel after listening to such a melodious performance?

Man: I seem to have been brought to the vast frontier by his melodious music long ago. I can't wait to dance freely in the vast world!

Woman: Speaking of dancing, what do you know about dancing?

Man: I really don't know much about dancing. All I know is the elegance of ballet, the ferocity of samba, the youthfulness of street dancing...

WOMAN: Do you like jazz?

Man: Sir, hehe, I like it so much. I like the feeling of infinite extension. I'd like to take a look at it.

Woman: Heh heh, we have a professional dancer here, so don't make a fool of yourself. Here are some girls who can bring us a jazz dance!

Male: Please enjoy the jazz dance AH that Chen Hewen and others have brought for us!

Chen He Wen and a group of dancers were dancing on the stage. They were like beautiful butterflies dancing in the air, making it difficult for people to look away from them.

Male: Thank you, Student Chen Hewen and others for bringing us such a wonderful dance!

Woman: Their hot dance has opened the door to the gaiety of tonight's party.

M: By the way, Nana, do you know what a city looks like in the sky?

WOMAN: Is it possible to build cities in the sky? This isn't very scientific, is it?

Man: Actually, I've never seen Sky City either, but there was a piece of music that depicted the beautiful scenery of Sky City. I think the player must know how intoxicating the charm of Sky City is.

Woman: Really? Hearing you say that, I can't wait.

Male: Now let's invite the third year and second class, Mu Xinyi and some other musical instruments to play < Sky City >.

Woman: Please!

"Faint clouds and flowing water, unrestrained and classical in nature." The blurriness of poetry and painting brings us a flow of tranquility. With the moving dance across the sky of the city of Wonderland, accompanied by elegant zither rhyme experience surpassing the tumult of the ancient melody of the Ink. Everyone was completely engrossed in the city in the sky that Mu Xinyi had weaved. They were unable to extricate themselves.

Male: Thank you for the performance, Mu Xinyi. Let us really soar through the cloud-made sky of the city.

Woman: Heh heh, yes, if there is a city in the sky, it should be as light as the music.

Man: By the way, Nana, have you ever been to India?

Woman: I've never been to India, but I know a lot of its characteristics! For example, the extension of yoga is very popular with girls, but there are also local religious, unique cuisine, people all over the world.

Man: Do you know the Indian dance?

Woman: Yeah, Indian dance is also very hot, moving hot belly dance is my favorite!

Man: Coincidentally, today we had the pleasure of having a few dance experts bring us a dance show from India.

Woman: Please bring us Indian dance performance from the Professional Dance Training Institute of the Dance Conference!

Male: Please!

The display of energy from a foreign land was destined to be filled with radiance and dancing. A group of young girls is enough to make us feel the magical charm of national dance, attention to the stage bright blurred.

Woman: Meet is a song, remember that summer three years ago?

Male: At that time, with the ignorance and shyness of youth, with firm ideals and beliefs.

Woman: And look forward to a beautiful future, we meet in this beautiful campus.

Man: Time is too thin, finger gap is too wide, youth is a train that does not turn back.

Woman: Yesterday, we met at our alma mater.

Man: Tomorrow, we will pack our bags and head north and south.

Woman: Here, we spent the most beautiful three years of our lives, paid the sweat, and also reaped their own glory.

Men: three years of schoolmate life, we hold hands, side by side, together with the wind and rain, the glory, the brilliance of tomorrow painting

Woman: That's right. Then let's unpack tonight and savor three years of ivory tower life and relive the beautiful moment on the boulevard.

Male: Looking back yesterday, those lush days were scattered all over the place, just like today, our youth will also end.

Woman: Yes, this is June. We can keep our memories, but we can't keep our time. We can't see each other, but we can see our separation.

Man: It's the hypnotic McLaughlin, the Stokes.