Standing on the street of years, silence let time slip for half a century. Stand quietly, silently bear, just feel like this, so does love; I am also happy, disappointed and yearning. It seems that too many characters have been eroded by the wind and sand, leaving only the perfect picture frame in front of them, sending away one magic after another with tenderness, leaving only a hot land and this permanent attachment.

Flowers and green leaves, the distant mountains are full of spring, and the past is like a tide. Unconsciously, the old campus reappeared. Although a little old, it has been proudly facing every day and night. So, I carefully identified the path full of thorns, gently erased the quicksand of the years, and the empty classroom confessed an extraordinary simplicity, which seemed to have an impulsive feeling, leaving only the sound of reading and the warmth between teachers and students. The distorted loess in the sunset is often worried about students' hearts.

Simplicity and obsolescence, simplicity and harmony, interpreted the ordinary half a century ago; Even if it is backward, it is also affectionate. It's just that I can't find much in the past at the moment. Except warm soil and a series of deep eyes, others are always metaphors leading to beauty.

When I woke up from my dream, I found that this is where the real dream coincides with reality. Everything in sight seems to be deliberately satisfying my eyes. A face of Qvanxian Zhang, a young landscape, a

Tall buildings are fully integrated into this long-awaited moment. Looking from a distance, I can't help but be moved and impressed. I really want to stage a dance drama of life here. Calm down, I occasionally smell a breeze mixed with the fragrance of grass, and before I turn around, it has spread all over the floor. Pink has resumed drizzle, and Liu Qing has brought more smoke. As dusk approached, the setting sun covered the bamboo forest with a layer of Phnom Penh. Accompanied by the chorus of shadow and moonlight, I saw it dancing shyly. At the moment, I just like its endless, honest, modest, simple and enterprising. Isn't this the soul of my No.4 Middle School?

Overlooking the willows, the sound of reading makes this playground more boiling, and a harmonious atmosphere is injected into the whole grassland. Rugged stones, engraved with traces of history, run in the landscape, but convey passion. The atmosphere is good, and the possibility of transcendence is greater. Fifty years of hard work and fifty years of Dai Yue flying have made today's glory. Happiness makes dreams more beautiful.

Count a series of glories. From obscurity to fame, it is a kind of power that condenses, a kind of power that pushes culture to the peak. The rapid development of education and complete equipment will always witness this land. Too many changes come from the present, and too many changes make today's No.4 Middle School even more extraordinary.

Looking up at the blue sky, the changes of clouds are fascinating. Standing at the turning point of youth, I am full of pride. Change, what a dazzling word, unconsciously flows in everyone's heart. Change will never stop, let this golden key witness this glorious time with us!