雪山下的成长手札，五天四夜的童话奇遇记——彼一米企鹅班毕业旅行 I Lijiang Graduation Trip

傍晚的开营仪式：当《毕业旅行手册》被郑重交到孩子手中，他们举着手册的模样像极了接过探险地图的骑士。而丽江才艺秀上，那个经常选择安静游戏和角色扮演的女孩，竟在聚光灯下跳起了狂欢舞蹈——原来成长，总在不经意间破土而出。

心沐神山：企鹅班“三代同行”

当玉龙雪山巨大的身影温柔地笼罩着我们下榻的小院，推开门窗便能望见它终年不化的皑皑雪冠在晨曦中闪烁圣洁之光。这座被纳西族世代敬仰的神山，无言地凝视着我们这支特别的队伍——不仅有即将展翅的雏鹰，有殷殷守护的老师与父母，更有鬓角染霜却步履坚实的外婆、奶奶们，彼一米企鹅班在雪山的怀抱中带着爱与传承拉开了毕业旅行的温暖画卷…

拉美谷探秘：在生命古林中种下敬畏的种子

同行者之歌：家长如磐，师爱如泉

雪山见证：感恩与期许

当瓦猫的彩绘在暮色中晾干，当雪山的风将孩子们的笑声揉进云絮，这场以自然为课堂的毕业礼，已在每个成长刻度上盖下独特的邮戳。彼一米森林儿童学院愿化作永不落幕的星光 —— 在你们翻开东巴文手册的瞬间，在苔藓森林的露珠折射彩虹的刹那，在人生旅途偶遇风雪的时刻，我们始终相信：丽江之行播下的好奇种子，终将在更广阔的天地里，长成守护生命的参天巨树。

下一站的星辰大海已在召唤，而幼儿园的大门永远为你们虚掩 —— 记得常回来看看，让老师们摸摸你们长高的个头，讲讲那些从雪山带走的勇气，如何在新的土壤里，开出了更耀眼的花。

That evening, our opening ceremony set the tone. When the children were handed their Graduation Travel Handbook, they held it like brave explorers receiving a treasure map. During the Lijiang Talent Show, one quiet girl, who usually preferred roleplay or solitary play, surprised everyone by dancing joyfully under the spotlight. Growth often blooms in the quietest corners, catching us all off guard.

Three years have flown by in the blink of an eye.
Now, setting off under the banner of the Penguin Class graduation,
We chose this journey as a tribute to growth.

These five days in Lijiang were more than a holiday—
They were the children’s very first taste of life together as a group.
We didn’t want to say goodbye, yet the moment came to wave farewell.

This carefully planned graduation trip,
Lovingly prepared by the kindergarten,
Gave our parting a warmth and beauty all its own.

For three whole years, the teachers have cared for my little one with a love
Too deep to be expressed in words.
I feel grateful, thankful, and truly moved.
If fate allows, may we meet again someday.

Hearts Bathed in Sacred Mountains: The Penguin Class and a “Three-Generation Journey”

Into the Lamei Valley: Planting Seeds of Reverence in an Ancient Forest

The moment we stepped into the untouched forest of Lamei Valley, it felt like entering a secret world forgotten by time. Towering ancient trees, gnarled branches, and a thick canopy cast dappled shadows across our path. The children’s small hands reached curiously for the velvety moss on the trunks, eyes wide in wonder at the lichen and beard-like strands of old man's beard hanging overhead.

The teachers, transformed into guides of the wild, pointed out the ferns growing symbiotically along the trunks, gently explaining the mysteries of interdependent life. They reminded the children to step carefully over roots coiled beneath their feet and to listen, to really listen, to the forest breathe. In that hush, broken only by birdsong and the murmur of a stream, the children closed their eyes and sank into a rare, reverent stillness. In that moment, the green cathedral around us imparted a quiet belief: all life is sacred, and we are part of a greater whole.

Later, as the group rested beneath an ancient tree, the teachers led forest games and spontaneous songs that sent laughter echoing through the glade. Pure joy filled every child’s backpack that day, more precious than any souvenir.

The Song of Companions: Parents as Pillars, Teachers as Springs

Over these past three years at BeeMee, every event we hoped for became a reality. We’ve often joked that we are the “chosen” kindergarten, the “dream” parent committee, the “fairy tale” class (as Ella’s mum put it). But really, is there any such thing as fate?

As this whirlwind graduation trip drew to a close, we came to understand the true meaning of “luck”:
It is a school that weaves responsibility into the fabric of everything it does.
It is teachers who fuel bright little lanterns with unconditional love.
It is parents who lay down bricks of trust to pave a long, steady road.

These three threads, school, teacher, and family, braided together into a single, unbreakable rope. And it is this rope that has carried our little ark, named Childhood, safely across to a shore blooming with flowers.
Our children will one day journey on to far-off lands, but the warmth of this support will remain etched in their palms like a lifeline—because they were once so firmly and lovingly held.

Witnessed by the Mountains: Our Gratitude and Hopes

Now, the suitcases we carry home are filled with love and joy.
May the ancient trees of Lamei Valley lend our children their deep-rooted strength to face life’s storms.
May the pure and eternal grace of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain forever guard their hearts.

Children, you’re about to set off on your next great journey. But always remember:
The starlit sky we once gazed at beneath the mountain…
The pulse of ancient life you felt beneath your fingertips in the forest…
The loving eyes of your teachers and parents watching you with hope…

These things will become a quiet light within you—
One that will never fade,
And will forever guide you
Toward a life that is bright, boundless, and your very own.

As the painted colors of the Wamao dry in the twilight, and the wind from the snow mountains blends children's laughter into the clouds, this graduation ceremony with nature as the classroom has imprinted a unique postmark on every milestone of growth. Biyimi Forest Children's Academy wishes to become eternal starlight — in the moment when you open the Dongba script manual, in the instant when dewdrops in the mossy forest refract rainbows, and in the hour when you encounter storms on life's journey. We always believe that the seeds of curiosity sown during the Lijiang trip will eventually grow into towering trees that safeguard life in the vaster world.

The stars and the sea of the next stop are already calling, yet the kindergarten door will always be ajar for you — remember to come back often, let the teachers feel how much taller you've grown, and tell us how the courage taken from the snow mountains has bloomed into more dazzling flowers in new soils.