here
There are first-class teachers
Energetic students.
here
There is a Dibo Garden, which brings together scenic spots from all over the world.
There are biological parks planted with exotic flowers and herbs from all over the country.
here
Have our most precious memories.
Have our most unforgettable junior high school life.
There are our closest friends.
here
There are unforgettable hardships during our military training.
There is our hard final struggle in the third grade.
In this beautiful campus
Have a bond of friendship
There are joys and sorrows.
But more is the style of sweat washing.
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I love you forever-a poem dedicated to my alma mater
Hang your name on your chest every day.
I can feel your great love.
You will always be my forest.
I am a small seed.
My thoughts germinate in your care.
Every time I look up at you,
Your shoulders are like a wooden house.
Including blue sky and white clouds
I once imagined that we could stand together forever.
All the beautiful mornings and nights
Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.
until today
I grow into a moving tree.
Relive the love you gave me.
I want to be like you.
In the storm of years
Stand in the corner of life at will
Form a green shadow
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Memories of my alma mater
Alma mater, you nurtured the future of the motherland,
Alma mater, you educated the next generation,
Alma mater, you let me learn knowledge,
You taught me the joy of learning.
I'm like a little flower that just bloomed.
You gave me soil,
You gave me clean water,
I grew up in your arms,
I study in your arms,
You let me know what to do,
You won't let me grow up idle,
You let me know the mystery of the world,
Thank you, my alma mater.
You made me a lost bird,
Found my partner again, found my home,
Ah, my alma mater thanks you again.
You let me know the importance of learning,
You gave me a learning environment,
My alma mater, I am about to leave,
You will be buried in my heart forever!
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I love you forever-a poem dedicated to my alma mater
Hang your name on your 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 in your care.
Every time I look up at you,
Your door is like a wooden house.
Including blue sky and white clouds
I once imagined that we could stand together forever.
All the beautiful mornings and nights
Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.
until today
I grow into a moving tree.
Relive the love you gave me.
I want to be like you.
In the storm of years
Stand in the corner of life at will
Form a green shadow
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A hymn to my alma mater.
my
Alma Mater
I
Used to be yours.
one
A strong physique
be bubbling with enthusiasm
A large number of students
I am deeply
deeply
love you
From me
Walk into you
instructed
since then/from then on
you
For me.
knowledge
For me.
arouse
(out) take me out
I see.
successful
ladder
when I
Go back again.
Your side
open eyes wide
intimately
look at you
The tall blue one.
sky
That kind of green
lawn
Great
classroom
I remember.
think
Xiangsaiwai
Rush in
windstorm
I think of it.
enthusiasm
Like the sea
soar up to the sky
tide
instigate
I can't describe it.
Persistent poetry
And unforgettable
fragments of memories
Irresistibly
retrospective
Yi brochette
Direct train
A bond of love/affection
although
I can't
Like an excellent pianist.
In the morning
Xiaguangzhong
In the warm
Xiayeli
Manipulate behind the scenes
Play for you
Melodious melody
Neither can i. /neither will i.
Stretch one's neck and sing
Let the beautiful songs
Floating on the high wall
Pass through the tree gap
subside
lakefront
Liu
but
I can put
My poetry
To you
be filled with enthusiasm
With blessings
With a halo
As me,
For your centenary celebration.
A sincere gift
my heart
Same alma mater
Teacher
classmate
be together
pedagogic
earnestly and tirelessly instruct
Classmate's
true friendship
Before I
immature
in the heart
Continuous injection
knowledge
wisdom
And creativity
Let me write badly
pen
Put them one by one
white paper
Become a party
Flag of success
Although I am
Get out of here
It's been a long time
time
But it has nothing to do with her.
have
* * * With friendship.
What about her
have
Keep giving up
get in touch with
here
overflow with
Seeded
hope
here
weave
majestic
design
here
Be pregnant
massive
talent
here
predict
abundant
Miracle
I used to like it
A robust flower
red
floret
here
smiling
blossom
Stand upright
My heart!
How happy I am
Ruyouhe
Beloved girl
In the bright sunshine
On the night of August
* * * Syria
The sweetness of life
My alma mater.
I belong to you.
People who never stop.
Wander around
People travel far from home.
Backing; backup
Knowledge package
carry
Your teaching
Walk across the plain
Walk across the mountain
Cross the green space
lawn
meet
lively
challenge
experience
weather
baptism
I made it.
Every step
Dufresne
What about you?
tightly
solidarity
You use the milk of knowledge.
Raised me
but I ...
Will also put
Full of blood
To you
I used to
pass by
Many beautiful
place
Once, too.
I like it.
Many beautiful things.
time
once
have
Many intimate
friend
Once, too.
meet with
Loneliness and
sadder
When the temptation of greed
no longer
Makes me emotional
When the torture of life
let me ...
Stay indifferent regardless of preferential treatment or humiliation.
But before I
sincere
In the world; After all, after all
But never.
Forget you
-Alma Mater
it's you
For me.
intellectual
force
let me ... ...
Lifelong benefits
Full/full/full
Winning
courage
Zibo No.6 High School
My alma mater.
for you
I do.
Hundreds of times
Thousands of times
10 thousand ideas
I have more than
once
twice
ten times
Come quietly
Your campus
Dear alma mater
You've changed.
appear
But I'm interested in my alma mater
like
But it's getting richer and richer
More and more passionate
plump
Close to you.
my heart
be suddenly enlightened
glad
The elephant is standing in the air.
On a summer night
Under the stars
everywhere
ripple
Field (plural); Field; Domain; field
A fragrant smell
Gaze into the distance.
The blue sky is boundless
Stars shine
everywhere
overflow with
lie
poetic sentiment
Let my heart surge
Take off and land again
That ancient scene
well
hurried
change
at present
floating a river
I was thinking.
When I was young.
Youth's ideal
how
In the struggle
become
real life
all
What should I do?
create
all
What should I do?
build
A hundred years old
in life
on the road
already
Old and gloomy
And my alma mater.
But like a man
come into bud
A young lady
gladly
With fantasy
With a charming
picture
continuously
appear in
My dream town
What should I use?
mood
To praise you
I hope you
Like in the morning.
Eight or nine o'clock
sun
Brilliant and brilliant
Prosperous day by day.
continuously
For glory
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, caring for budding flowers.
Teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating students.
Whenever I see my classmates' homework written neatly,
Her face is full of smiles.
Day after day, year after year,
The footprints of the old days have been printed on the corners of her eyes.
Every day the teacher goes to bed at the latest and gets up at the earliest!
If there were no teachers to feed us hard,
Where did you get generations of talents? ……
Ah, teacher, you are so great!
Whenever I make a mistake,
What I see is really your tolerant eyes!
Teacher, you have worked hard!
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A poem dedicated to the old teacher
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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A poem dedicated to the teacher-the teacher's eyes
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.
We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;
Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;
Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;
Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind;
A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.
Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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September-A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity, September chrysanthemum yellow,
I still smell the fragrance of March peaches and plums,
The cool autumn in September gives us an introverted and dignified autumn;
The fruit of September gives us maturity and gives us yearning for autumn.
In this golden autumn season,
We have the happiness of finding our own way, without saying anything.
Son, I hope your eyes are shining with hope.
Not at the fork in the road of life, deeply confused,
I would like to use my soul to light a spiritual beacon for you.
Grasp the right course for you in the dark sea.
I am willing, with my silent and persistent heart,
On the three-foot platform, I will conjure up thousands of possible paths for you.
I would like to be infected with your youthful passion.
Never too old to learn, grow together, and be in the prime of life!
I know that this festival reflects the respect and hope of China people for teachers for thousands of years.
The chalk drawn by Gaga is the curve of life;
Homework, accumulated layer by layer, is an eager expectation.
I, no longer a candlelight,
Because the faint candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction;
I won't be a silkworm,
Because it is not the dream of free souls to bind themselves in cocoons.
I am the sun, burning and generating, bringing you radiant heat;
As the leading goose, I spread my wings and soar with you in the clear sky of Wan Li.
Children, I want you to look at the wider world.
Son, I am just a ray of sunshine in September.
On your journey of growing up,
Me, us, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation.
We will burn brighter than during the day,
Light your warm flame!
In September, we trudged between Japan and China.
We give everything and get everything,
Children, it is your diligence and love that make our bags full.
We are full of passion, because like you,
Is the free master of life.
The sail in September will still set sail,
Children, I want you to say it out loud:
"Well, I'll come and follow you-my captain-"
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A poem dedicated to Teachers' Day
September fruity fragrance
Chrysanthemum yellow in September
In September, we remember who is still spreading hope.
We collect sunshine in September.
In September, we sang affectionately.
September is a touching season, cherished by the eyes of knowledge for a lifetime.
There are blessings flying among the autumn leaves in September.
September poets create immortal poems.
In September, we never forgot who was silently making our wedding clothes.
September makes us dare not forget.
In September, we dare not forget who taught us to think.
In September, I dare not forget who made the world have love and books.
In September, we dare not forget who built the temple of knowledge with hard work.
In September, we dare not forget who guided us in confusion.
In September, we watched the wave of wheat harvest.
In September, we were still growing up in textbooks.
In September, we will never forget the admiration we remember with emotion.
There is one thing.
There is something called sacredness.
It is the star that lights up on the horizon at dawn.
Silently according to the first come, first come.
Let's go to the countless flashes in our dreams.
There is something called eternity.
It's a stone coming back from watching the tide by the sea.
Gradually consume life in the wind and rain.
Become a totem worshipped by countless pilgrims
There is a thing called sincerity
This is an unadorned white cloud.
Carry too much with your own fatigue.
The eager eyes of a bird who wants to fly
There is such a thing as making love, simplicity, dedication or.
You can also call it another compliment because she is so beautiful.
Yes, some people wrote a great poem by themselves.
Just like the silent ear of wheat grows and gives birth to hope after harvesting.