Poetry anthology of primary school graduation 1. Ask for a poem about primary school graduation.
See you after graduation. Memories of old classmates will always gently wake it up several times. The moon rises as if to see our deep eyes again. The night calls on our clear hearts to melt past friendship into notes, but we can't find sincere love anymore. Laughter and tears float with memories, looking at the heart that can never be caught, trying to find the flying childhood, and how many beautiful and colorful dreams slowly spread out and left him to us. Once again, I am in a colorful world, holding my young heart tightly, thinking that the sunshine is so charming, and I hold our hands tightly. I don't want to try the pain of parting, but there is no sweet rain to reunite us. A little fresh air in my dream drifts with us, no matter how time passes, as long as you always remember that we laughed and grieved together, please don't let graduation take away our friendship. Wherever we go, our hearts will always be together.
2. Primary school graduation poems
Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind.
The last time we walked together on the dusk path,
I heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset.
We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that we can never come back.
Thinking of the old days,
I've seen countless separations.
We used to sing in separate places,
But today is our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind.
For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have prepared everything,
There will never be such a grand farewell in my life.
But tears still gush from our hearts,
Just like those lost youth that never come back.
You told me not to cry,
We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes.
Then let's have a good cry.
Holding your hand in this summer wind,
Reminds us of the days we spent together,
Think of those dreams that are gone forever,
Let everything go through in my heart again.
This may be the last year of our youth,
It is also the gentlest summer.
After this summer, we will face many seasons.
Many farewells.
But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think about this summer again and again,
Think of all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication,
I also think of all the friendship and love.
In a few years, we will be on a similar summer night.
Open the yellowed yearbook.
All the handwriting will be blurred,
Only the gardenias we put in the book,
Still retains the last fragrance of this summer.
3. Primary school graduation poems
Poems dedicated to my alma mater There are first-class teachers, energetic students, Dibo Park, which brings together scenic spots from all over the world, and a biological park where exotic flowers and plants are planted. Here are our most precious memories, our most unforgettable junior high school career, our closest friends, our unforgettable military training and our last hard struggle in senior three. In this beautiful campus, there are feelings, righteousness, bitterness and joy, but more. There are a lot of elegant demeanor washed by sweat = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I will love you forever-a poem dedicated to my alma mater hangs your name on my chest every day, and I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am a small seed. I used to fantasize that we could stand together forever, wake up at your feet and fall asleep silently in all beautiful mornings and nights. Until today, I have grown into a moving tree to relive the love you gave me. I just want to stand in a corner of life like you, and form a shade in the storm of years = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
I'm like a little flower that just bloomed. You gave me soil, you gave me clear water, I grew up in your arms, I studied in your arms, you let me know what I should do, you won't let me become idle when I grow up, you let me know the mystery of the world, thank you, my alma mater is that you let me, a lost bird, find my partner again and find my home again, ah, my alma mater. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I love you forever-a poem dedicated to my alma mater. I hang your name on my chest every day. I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am the seed of a smile. My thoughts sprout in your care every time. All the beautiful mornings and nights wake up silently at your feet and fall asleep again. Until today, I have grown into a moving tree to relive the love you gave me. I just want to stand in a corner of life like you and form a green shade in the storm of years = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I loved you deeply. From the moment I walked into the gate of your school, you gave me knowledge, inspired me and helped me climb the ladder of success. When I came back to you again, I opened my eyes and looked at your high blue sky, green grass and magnificent classroom. My memory is like a whirlwind outside the Great Wall. The storm, the passion I associate with, is like the tide rising from the sea, stirring my unspeakable poems and unforgettable memory fragments, and irresistibly evoking a string of lingering emotions. Although I can't, like a superb pianist, pull the strings to play melodious melodies for you in the morning sunrise and warm summer night, I can't sing, let the beautiful songs float over the high walls and the treetops. I left it in the Liu Yin by the lake, but I can dedicate my poem to you with passion, blessing and aura as my sincere congratulations on your centenary celebration. My heart is with my alma mater, teachers and classmates. The sincere friendship of teachers is constantly injecting knowledge, wisdom and creativity into my tender heart, making my scrawled pen turn a blank sheet of paper into a piece. Although I have been away from here for a long time, I still have something to do with her. The same friendship is also in constant contact with her. It is full of hope of sowing. Gorgeous patterns are woven here. There are many talents here. It predicts the harvest of enterprises. I once bloomed here like a strong red flower and stood upright with a smile. How happy my heart is, just like being with my beloved girl on a bright August night. Tell the sweetness of life, my alma mater. I belong to you. I am a vagrant who keeps wandering. I carry your knowledge package, across the plains, across the hills, across the green grass, to meet the challenges of life and experience the baptism of wind and rain. Every step of my success will always be closely linked with you. You have nurtured me with knowledge, and I will dedicate my blood to you. I have visited many beautiful places and enjoyed many wonderful times. I have had many close friends and suffered loneliness and sadness. The temptation of lust no longer makes me emotional. When the torture of life has made me feel ashamed, I will never forget you in my real world-my alma mater is full of knowledge, which has benefited me for life. The courage to win, the alma mater of Zibo No.6 Middle School, has missed you a hundred times, a thousand times and a million times. I have quietly come to your campus more than once, twice and ten times. Dear alma mater, you have changed your appearance, but my feelings for your alma mater have become richer and more enthusiastic. Approaching you, I feel suddenly enlightened and comfortable, just like standing under the starry sky on a summer night, and the fragrance of the fields ripples around me. The blue sky is boundless, dotted and full of fairy-tale poetry, which makes my heart rise and fall again. The past scenes are changing dreamily and hastily before my eyes. I'm thinking about how my childhood youth ideal can be turned into real life through struggle, how to create everything, and how to build it for a hundred years. My alma mater is like one. A budding girl keeps appearing in my dream with joy, reverie and charming image. What kind of emotion should I praise you with? I hope you are as radiant as the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and continue to be brilliant = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
4. Poems about primary school graduation
Six years ago, I was like a sapling.
Now that I've started to thrive,
Soon I will leave this warm cradle,
Start a new journey,
For six years,
Unforgettable dribs and drabs
Let me learn a lot.
I remember our style in the sports meeting;
I remember our heroic posture in the radio exercise competition.
I remember childish laughter and sincere tears among my classmates.
I remember we wrote poems and essays together in the morning on campus.
I remember, we tried to choose the sunshine boy together.
Six years, there are too many things worth remembering.
Teachers, classmates ... all the people who have helped us and we have helped them,
Who will really forget?
Six years, like the sea, will always be hidden in our hearts.
Year after year, ups and downs;
Day after day, the sun rises and sets,
The love of my alma mater penetrated into my heart.
Yesterday, I read and wrote here;
Today, I thrive here;
Tomorrow, I will take off from here and shape a bright future.
Footprints of growth have been left on the campus path.
Laughing and singing, staying in the fragrance of the flower bed. ...
Every corner of my alma mater,
Cherish our bodies,
Filled with our fantasies, we will never forget them.
Spring rain, dribs and drabs, arouses the ripples of missing; Continuous spring rain, continuous, always holding our alma mater. .
5. Ask for primary school graduation poems.
Dear alma mater
The south wind blows gently, and time always flies by.
Today, we stand here,
Instead of singing that touching and sad eulogy,
Don't let your lips tremble again,
Today, we stand here, standing on the threshold of graduation,
Looking back on a warm time of six years in primary school,
Let's start a journey of gratitude for our hearts together.
Looking forward to a beautiful life together for three years in junior high school.
Embark on our new life journey together.
Alma mater,
We are the eternal green space in your vast garden,
Is the white sail swaying in your warm river,
Is a red leaf on your solid trunk,
Is a pure blue sky in your vast sky.
I spent six years,
Feel your 50 years of vicissitudes,
Read your 50 years of glory.
In your arms,
In your shade,
Every moment exudes the fragrance of memory.
Thanks to this land of hope, we accepted our young footprints and sprouted our initial enlightenment.
Thanks to my alma mater for building a broad stage and laying a bright future for us.
Who led us into the palace of human civilization?
Who supports our hope of progress?
Who is it, persuasion and indoctrination?
Who is it, unknown and diligent?
Is our teacher, our honorable guide.
You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle;
You are not a writer, but you make the chapter of life last forever.
You are not a sculptor, but you have shaped our souls.
You are not a painter, but you have painted the most beautiful picture for us. ...
Thank you, dear teacher,
Your careful reminder makes me feel like a spring breeze.
Your kind eyes make me feel warm.
Your warm smile redoubled my courage.
With your strong support, let me rise up and move forward.
We will always remember your teachings, and we will fly higher and higher in the sky of knowledge!
There is a passion, just like classmates and teenagers,
There is a kind of friendship called holding hands;
There is a promise called helping each other in the same boat;
There is a kind of happiness called drinking ethylene glycol.
Thank you, dear students,
At the art festival, we appreciate the beauty of art with our heart.
At the sports meeting, we strive to cast the honor of the class.
At the Reading Festival, we let go of colorful dreams.
We shed tears, but we laughed all the way. We stepped on thorns, but we smelled the flowers of Wan Li.
In a few days, we will enter middle school.
We believe that sunshine will always appear after a storm.
We firmly believe that no pains, no gains.
Six years of primary school life is the best time in our life and the most precious memory.
We put on our brightest smiles and dyed our graduation with charming colors.
My road twists and turns, through a hidden valley, and each road extends a beautiful dream.
The green trees reflect the red walls, and every tall building opens affectionate doors and windows.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
We will certainly hand in a satisfactory answer sheet in the hot July.
We will definitely return to your arms in the golden autumn.
We will stand by you and create brilliance with you!
6. Primary school is about to graduate, and some short poems are needed.
Let time fly.
Time flies.
The bell rang outside the window, and it was already six spring and autumn years in bloom.
It has spread its branches and leaves for six years.
We should say goodbye.
Never touch the familiar tables and chairs again.
I can't smell elegant books anymore.
Never see a kind friend again.
I can't hear the teacher's advice anymore.
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Let me look back at my alma mater again.
My teacher and my campus are full of fascinating memories.
Wave your hand. We should go. ...
Listen, listen to the sound of flowers,
Listen to the sobbing of the phoenix tree,
Our steps are drifting away. ...
Ps: I wrote it when I graduated, and I still miss it.