如何能忘,那因浸透了泪水、汗水和欢笑而分外充实的年华;如何能忘,那不能重拾的纯净的理想;如何能忘,一起携手走过那一年的老师和同学们;如何能忘,我们像一朵朵花蕾,辛苦而又甜蜜地,一层层打开我们梦中的春天。 How can you forget the years when you were soaked with tears, sweat, and laughter? How can you forget that pure ideal that cannot be regained? How can you forget to join hands with the teachers and classmates of that year? How can we forget that we are like a blossoming bud, hard and sweet, layer by layer to open the spring in our dreams.