It is finally beginning. Zhuzu, watch. Yearning, longing - this is a beautiful and quiet place, a garden where the fragrance of gardenias lingers, where I spent my time in a complex yet simple environment to live. From yearning, to hatred, to wanting to escape, and now, ending up in nostalgia. Sitting in a classroom filled with scholarly atmosphere, looking at familiar faces in a picture, I realize we will soon go our separate ways, and my mind actually gives up. Once upon a time, I threatened to escape from here, feeling that this place was full of noise and hypocrisy; once upon a time, I strongly wanted to avoid this place, physically and mentally exhausted; once upon a time, I wanted to give up; once upon a time, I thought it exhausting and only wanted to leave. This school has given me much pain. I want to, I’m tired, I’m really tired. I want to give up, I want to be decadent, I want mediocrity. However, when the fragrant gardenia releases its scent into the atmosphere across the entire campus, again when summer comes, I remember who produced some of their yearning and hope. It has already begun, finishing mood, a new start. I understand that the world would not let me sink. The gardenia tells me that life needs to continue, life has been moving forward. In this way, repeatedly. Unaware of it, then three years later. Sitting in the graduating class's classroom, if I suddenly realized that my battlefield, on the front, is not far from that. I have with it, just 107 hours away. 107 children, I will start a new day with hope, entering the examination room. 107 children, I will begin to leave your campaign. And this war, no matter how hard I try, the results are only one. That is leaving. I long for the three years as a verb, to take on, we have to wait to meet me. And my heart, but not the former excitement. But some melancholy. As these days, like rain, endless. Even if the sun shines during the day with the earth, a few hours after the night out there, the sky will start to cry. I do not know whether he is reluctant to let spring go? My lovely students, each of you, have a crystal-like heart, perhaps, I really was a retarded person. Because, until now, I found this fact. I will always remember you, every person and every one crystal-clear heart. After parting, we may be injured, not because we were too blown up, but because we were too good. The world’s dirtiness, perhaps, will infect us, but also perhaps, it will change for us. Everything is unknown. Just play, you will always be happy. This is my birthday wish this year, the only one. I hope you have happiness, you will have the most sincere happiness. Back to square one, with the first day's mood to see you. I laughed, a bright smile, the same as Flow. We are happy. Zhuzu, watch. A more calm, more nostalgic, more blessing. In the future, there will be a miss. Three classes of children, we must properly. Remember, good. Iraq, 2011.6.10