On the seventieth anniversary of the founding of the school, I recited a poem about I love my alma mater (five or six minutes), but there was no background music. Is there any good background music? U

On the seventieth anniversary of the founding of the school, I recited a poem about I love my alma mater (five or six minutes), but there was no background music. Is there any good background music? Urgent need! 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. I will always love you-a poem dedicated to my alma mater, with your name on my chest every day. I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am a small seed. My thoughts germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your shoulders are like a wooden house with blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever. All beautiful mornings and nights wake up at your feet and go to sleep quietly. Until today, I have grown into a moving tree to relive the love you gave me. Just like you, I will stand in a corner of my life at will, forming a shade. I remember my alma mater. You nurtured my motherland, the future of my alma mater, educated the next generation, my alma mater, taught me knowledge, and taught me the fun of learning. 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. You let me know the importance of learning, and you provided me with a learning environment. My alma mater, I am about to leave, and you will be buried in my heart forever! 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 germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your house is like a wooden house with blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever. All the beautiful mornings and nights wake up at your feet and go to sleep silently until today. A touching tree relives the love you gave me, and I will stand in a corner of life like you, forming a shade and a hymn for my alma mater in the storm of years. My alma mater, I used to be your strong and enthusiastic student, and I deeply loved you. From the moment I walked into your school, you gave me knowledge, inspired me and helped me succeed. When I come back to your side again, I open my eyes and look at your high blue sky, green grass and magnificent classroom. The thoughts I recall are like a storm from the Great Wall, and the passion I associate is like a tide rising from the sea, stirring my unspeakable poems and unforgettable memories, although it irresistibly evokes a series of endless love affairs. However, like a superb pianist in the morning glow, I can't pluck the strings and play melodious melodies for you on a warm summer night, and I won't sing a beautiful song to float over the high wall, through the cracks in the trees and fall in the Liu Yin by the lake, but I can dedicate my poems to you with passion, blessing and aura as my sincere congratulations on your centennial celebration. My heart is with my alma mater, teachers and classmates. We are together, and the sincere friendship taught by the teacher is constantly injecting knowledge, wisdom and creativity into my immature heart, so that my scribbled pen can turn white paper into a banner of success. Although I have been away from here for a long time, I have a relationship 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 will continue to shine like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.