初中英语毕业感言

　　A volume of books, four years of ping, the human affairs in a hurry. At that time, and the height, plum mei spring breeze, how much young ChouLv, walks, wine with affection. Now, the slope of the sun is back, fango is flying red.

　　The years pass by like water. Looking back, four years of college life is coming to an end. In the burning years of passion, we share the joys and sorrows. Along the way, flowers and applause, disappointment and tears coexist. Have the success of tears of joy, also have the failure of sadness, can be sure of the words, the boat, the laughing and proud of the month, also has the horse lost, the loss of loss. On the military training field, we are brave, full of pride, with green military uniform and ancient bronze color to harvest the deep autumn; On the basketball court, we are vigorous and nimble, with the sweat and the passion of the fly to underline the arc of life; In the classroom, we sing the melody of youth with young singing voice; On the rostrum, we experience the joy of being a teacher with full enthusiasm. Amorous feelings infinite steep water lake, have one day wind to vibrate the sleeve, the bird is long Ming; The lofty and steep luohan rock, there is the deep stream of the stream, the cold valley with the rainbow... The past is a joyful scene. All the little things we have gone through together are now drifting with a wisp of smoke to the depths of the white cloud.

　　Time has changed not only our face, but also our young heart. Every time I think of this scene, my heart will be disappointed. The price of growing up is that we lose the innocent smile, and we have a sad goodbye. Senior year, graduation, work, departure may be helpless, it is the reality of our present.

　　Life is only like the wind before the wind, happy and scattered, sad and scattered, all make the river. The shaggy window of the humble room is read for the glory of the golden horse. Green mountain still, several degrees of sunset, when the wind and dust of the years invade our pure heart, just from the bottom of our heart to send time, the blessing of the impermanent sigh. Once, we admire the ancients "brush long sword, send white cloud, dance autumn, qiao jiang feng" unrestrained and unrestrained; I admire them for "preferring the old on the sticks to the west wind of the yellow leaves", hoping that they can "not be afraid of the wind and the night, but only when the flowers are gone". Once upon a time, we believe that true friendship is light tea fragrance, the taste the alcohol, whether in the warm summer, or in the quiet run, it is heart in a friend, such as radiant, xiangshan red leaves in the wind to calm and soothe. The unrelenting reality has made us all strangers to each other, and to each other as a transient and indifferent guest. We pay, we ask, we have a lively scene after all, we have nothing, but the youth is wasted, the friendship is growing barren...

　　The years of the dream, the memories will never fade, how much sweetness and bitterness, how many joys and sorrows... Youth is like fire, time like song. No matter how much we love, how many we have, we cannot call back the lost time. But we don't have to lost, need not sad, the heart is the power of growth, young is the heaven of fly, we can still humming along, on and let the sun in June to witness our regretless youth forever...