Speech at the graduation ceremony of primary school.

It's time to say goodbye in a few days. In the ocean of time, days are so short and pass so fast. In these six years of study, we share happiness and sadness, and we share success and failure. In these years of study and life, we have established friendship.

Six years passed unconsciously, like running water, like a meteor rowing in the sky, like a swallow flying south in autumn. In the past six years, I have learned a lot, not just a cup of espresso, not just a plum tree, not just looking at the endless sea.

I remember my parents sent me to school on the first day of school six years ago. I cried and insisted. It was the teacher who gently held my hand, touched me and leaned down, accompanied me back to the classroom and settled me in the best position. The class was almost over, and the teacher took my little hand and played with my classmates under the big banyan tree. Since then, I have had a spontaneous love for this big banyan tree. After school, it was the teacher holding my little hand again, playing games and doing homework with classmates who were still strangers under the big banyan tree. Gradually, I established a deep friendship with my classmates. Sometimes my parents haven't come to pick me up after school. The teacher gently wiped the tears from my eyes with her hand and sat in the classroom with me to tell me stories. When my parents come to pick me up, I always look back at my teacher step by step. Her kind face, kind smile and gentle wave will always be fixed in my mind.

I remember clearly that our class made a commemorative book in the sixth grade. The student yearbook records interesting things that have happened in the past six years. We borrow books from each other and share these interesting things. At that time, I felt the warmth of a class. We have been together for six years, and what happened can't be written in one pen. The past is as colorful as pearls and will be engraved in our minds forever, never back down.

On the colorful plastic runway, the sun casts the shadow of the class barge, and the students are playing. Cheerful laughter and reading sound are like poems and ballads. Six years later, the big banyan tree is still so lush and full of joy.

Goodbye, dear alma mater! Goodbye, dear teacher! Goodbye, dear students! It is you who taught me knowledge and taught me to be a man. The alma mater has planted the seeds of friendship in our hearts, and these seeds will always be open in our hearts. I hope to write my alma mater into a beautiful ballad to accompany us through the stormy road of life. Think of the teacher as a candle that shines forever, illuminating our front; Build the friendship between classmates into an eternal bridge and connect our hearts forever.

Every smile and tear of classmates has become a treasure in our hearts. Memory is gentle and beautiful, but it is also cruel. But please don't forget our time together.

I hope this helps.