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Woman: There are long green tables and benches in the teaching building. There are not enough chairs, there is a rusted iron lectern in front of it, and there is a computer with a dead computer on it, projecting images onto the big screen from sunrise to sunset, and it is a glorious death.
Men: a green chair, a green table, like youtiao and soy milk, like Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Yingtai, a pair.
Woman: How intertwined the pairs of green tables and chairs are. Winter is not cold, summer is not hot. Everyone understood.
Man: Now, just green chairs and a long table.
WOMAN: Nothing happened.
Man: Next please enjoy ”Chang Ting Farewell”, which is brought by all the students in the third year of high school.
”On the side of the ancient path outside the pavilion, the green grass stretches high into the sky; the night wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets beyond the mountains.” He knew most of his friends in the corners of the world. He had finished all the wine in a jug and was bidding his farewells this night … On the edge of the ancient path outside the pavilion, the grass is bright and blue in the sky; on the evening wind, the sound of the willow flute is still lingering, and the sun is setting. ”
His voice was majestic and filled with vigor that could shake the heart.
Male: The beating pulse of youth, the dream to sail to a higher hall.
Woman: The flashing red book, the alma mater is still in our hearts.
Male: Today, our alma mater uses splendor to protect us from the rainy season.
Woman: Tomorrow we will use our achievements to add glory to our alma mater.
Man: Think about these three years of life, like a palette.
Woman: Before the future, feel life is orange, too many new things hit the face, beautiful and brilliant, rushed and passionate.
Male: In my first year of high school, my life was green. I was constantly training and growing.
Woman: In the second year of high school, life slowly turned blue. Our hearts calmed down and we knew how far we were from the future. We had to learn how to choose.
Male: Life in high school is like a thin layer of gray, all kinds of hard decisions, all kinds of endless loitering.
Woman: That's right, this is our high school life, all kinds of sacrifices, all kinds of rewards.
Man: When you open the bag, it is a colorful and unforgettable memory.
Woman: Next, please enjoy the stage play ”Reclaim”, pick up three years' worth of drops together.
Man: When you left, I only saw you off in silence. When you leave me, I will never shed tears. Because there is love, we hold hands, because there is love, we will be together. Holding hands with the people who love you, traveling together, happy life can never end. Below to appreciate Cao Jia classmate to bring us ”holding hands”.
She wore a white dress, and her whole person was as ethereal. He was like a fairy that had fallen into the world, and all the beauty in the world was humbled by her.
A melodious melody quietly drifted past the crowd's ears. That light tone seemed to make them feel something, as tears silently rolled down their delicate and pretty faces.
I'm sure everyone has seen a movie that was once popular. It was Jay Chou's annual tribute, ”The Secret Can't Be Speak.” The four-handed grenade must have left an indelible impression on everyone, and the melody was still playing in their heads. However, the classic could be copied, the wonderful one could be pasted, and the surprise that was brought to everyone below could be said to be very unique. It was also a rare opportunity that they didn't see many of them. Next please enjoy the music that xxxx has brought for you all, the piano is playing ”Army March” on all four hands.
Male: No one can replace our youth, no one can wipe away tears for our once reckless tears. There was only endless youth and endless passion.
Woman: We knew that it was heaven's will and friendship. At that time, we were still young and loved to talk.
Male: The beautiful youth lets us let loose however we like.
Woman: The friendship of the hot playground.
Male: The green and pure love on the dark and dreary tree-lined road.
Woman: This beautiful moment is like a pulsating musical note, imprinted in the holy ivory tower. Write a beautiful song.
Man: Then please enjoy the unparalleled masterpiece, the ancient zither and bronze bell, and let us give the warmest applause to the performer, Zhang Song Jun.
In the ancient and splendid Chinese civilization, the Chinese zither is the oldest string instrument. The year numbers on the zither left behind the time station, but also left behind the Yang Pass of culture. In such an extraordinary environment, the figure of the zither was more like a reclusive wise man, a learned elder, and a kind-hearted Supreme Realm cultivator. The sound of the zither's seven strings was faint and bright, grand and distant. Moreover, it was filled with grandeur and solemnity.
Since ancient times, there had always been zither, sword, and sound. However, no one had ever heard of zither bells playing together before. However, what happened afterwards was that the combination of zither and bell actually produced such a beautiful melody.
Zhang Jun looked at Zhang Song without saying a word. Zhang Song's eyes moved and he gently nodded his head. He waved his hand and a pleasant zither sound rang out. At this time, Zhang Jun's bell also slowly rang out along with the beautiful sound of the zither.
The melody of the zither was sweet and melodious. As the two played together, an astonishing heavenly melody quietly flowed out. The zither flowed with a delicate melody. The copper bell, coupled with the crisp and agile sound of the zither, was truly moving. It was truly a breathtaking song that had never been played before in history.
A zither and a bell rang out, producing a few sounds of lament and enmity. The bell rang with a clear sound, the bell danced with emotion, like the shadow of a butterfly on a mountain, beautiful but different.
The gentle melody seemed to have experienced too much sadness and pain, but it also seemed to have gotten used to seeing the loneliness of the mortal world.
When the music stopped for a long time, everyone in the auditorium returned to their senses. They looked towards the center of the dark stage, where the spotlessly straight and handsome white figure was gradually disappearing.
Man: Happy dance is not enough to express our respect for our alma mater.