Like spring, the sea begins to melt the thin layer of ice on her surface, just like this school, starting her work again - the sea melts like summer, and the shade of the trees offers a trace of coolness to our sweat, like the teaching corridor, the smooth and cold ceramic tiles - the graduation season is like autumn, the fallen fruits have just sent away a batch, and they can't wait to welcome new plants, like withered but new yellow leaves - - The entrance season is like winter, and the white snow washes away our memories. Since memories should always be forgotten, let's forget them more thoroughly - the season of memories: this spring, we sprouted love this summer, we fell in love hotly this autumn, we are reluctant to say goodbye this winter, we have never forgotten the memory of the sea, are you true to the memory of the sea, get the world you want, and the life you want. Not giving up is what makes us not regretful, not forgetting is youth, not giving up is what dreams are, believe in yourself, here is where you really are.