【九月】半永久紋繡班畢業了！

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【九月】半永久紋繡班畢業了！

今天，对学校来说，是个值得纪念的日子，因为今天第八期纹绣班的同学毕业了，今天，对纹绣班每一名同学来说，是个值得纪念的日子，因为你们告别了这段充实快乐的学习生活，开始迈向人生的新篇章。老师和你们相处的日子。将成为我们彼此人生永恒的纪念。

几个月前，你们带着强烈学习兴趣，，投入到学校的怀抱。校园里，回荡着你们的欢歌笑语，留下了你们求索的足迹。

一張張練習皮，一個個真人實操作品凝聚著你們的努力，記載著你們的驕傲。在這裏我們共同經曆了生命的成長。
　　在這裏有你的好同學、好老師，在一起相濡以沫，你們或許結下一生的友誼，有的雖然僅僅同學一場，但終究因爲有共同的經曆，將來相見時，就會多了許多共同的話語。同學間的情誼永遠是最純真最可珍貴的。

学校每年在迎接新学生，送走毕业生，当你离开这里时，保定一泓化妆培训学校被你称为母校，之所以被称为母校,是因爲學校將每個學生視爲最珍貴的，無論你將來走到哪裏，無論你是否會傳播學校的美名，學校爲每個學生驕傲。

　　今天你離開了這裏，你就被稱爲是保定一泓化妝學校的校友，母校默默地爲每一名校友祝福，祝福你們靠著自己的努力，爲自己創造屬于自己的美好的未來！

同学们，毕业不是休止符，而是美妙的乐段, 是對明天的呼喚，是充滿希望和奮鬥的新起點。

　　社會是一汪洋的海，人生是一葉小舟。請你蕩起智慧的雙槳，搖動勤奮之橹，朝著新的目標揚帆遠航!
　　最後衷心祝福同學們前程遠大，人生幸福！

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