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Male: Three years of wind and rain, three years of laughter.

Female: Three years of struggle. Three years of growth.

Male: Three years ago, we met here for our dreams. Today, we are parting from each other for our dreams of higher and more distant.

Woman: No matter how hard the process is, it will always be the most beautiful memory in the future.

Man: Wherever we're going, this is where our wings are.

Woman: Today, let's all witness our growth.

He: Let's give the warmest applause to the graduates. Applause please.

Following the host's words, hundreds of graduates majestically entered the stage one after another. They all neatly walked towards the seats that they had already allocated previously. They were like a soldier whose equipment and equipment had been inspected.

After the hundreds of graduates were seated, the hosts on stage began to talk nonstop.

Male: It's been an unusual year for the school this year. The school continues to carry out all-round quality education, three years of cultivation, determination and perseverance, spring and autumn, peach and plum fragrance.

Woman: This year has been a fruitful one for graduating students. What gives us comfort is that they also embody the love and vitality of post-nineties children. Today, they were less childish and more mature; they would straighten their chests and walk towards the next morning sun.

Man: There is a beautiful creature called the Spring Silkworm — the Spring Silkworm ends at the end of its life.

Woman: The Spring Silkworm has never said anything boastful in its life. The silver thread it spits out is a ruler that measures the value of life. Your love, as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring wind, as sweet as the spring water. Your love is more severe than that of a father, more exquisite than that of a mother.

Man: There is a sublime spirit called red candle - wax turned into ashes and dried up.

Woman: You are a beautiful cultivator, a beautiful sower. It is you with the beautiful sunshine, with the beautiful rain moisture, our heart field green grass, flowers like brocade! You for the blooming of flowers, fruit of maturity busy, silently hanging leaves of the shade! The reason why we have today's results, cannot do without the hard work of teachers along the way.

Male: For three years, dear teachers have worked hard for us without complaint; I know that they have not done so in return, but in order to open up the blue sky to us. In a few years, in retrospect, remember that there was once such a student, they were as young as a child, but full of youth, they promised us, with youth to give us their gratitude, with a good future to offer their most sincere gratitude to us.

Woman: In June, the river bank's gentle breeze means warm, the sea of flowers on the campus is overflowing with fragrance.

Man: June, thinking of the rush of graduation, full of the infinite sadness about to be lost.

Woman: June, pick up the past hidden in the past, taste accompanied by three years of joy growth.

Man: June, let you and I understand cherish, cherish every period of time in school flowing light.

Woman: Graduation, is a heavy verb, the action is full of yearning and reluctance.

Male: Graduation is an unforgettable noun. There is bitterness and bitterness in your words.

Woman: Graduation, is a tearful adjective, indispensable but also can not decline.

Male: Graduation, is a regretful adverb, experiential growth but let life fill.

Female: Graduation, is when we are lonely in the future, with smile and regret to recall the auxiliary words;

Male: Graduation is a false word that we wake up in the middle of the night without touching and without feeling.

Woman: Three years ago, we met to know each other, warm chest, with dreams.

Male: For three years, everyone has worked together to promote youth and to grow happily.

Woman: Three years later, each side of the world will be creating their own dream of heaven.

Male: Years later, if we can still remember that time, maybe it's not memorable, and it doesn't belong forever, but just a memory of growing up.

Woman: My friends, don't let the tears wet your face, the passion will bloom tonight, let our hearts soar in the sky, grow in youth, and sail warm in the light of time.

Male: Let's clap. We invite student representatives to speak on behalf of all graduating students. I have a question for you, Zhang Song of the third year and second class.