Poems of gratitude to my alma mater after graduation from primary school.

First, "unforgettable alma mater, grateful to the teacher"

Author: Chen

Unforgettable alma mater

Unforgettable attachment

The inseparable grass and trees are so familiar.

Every brick and tile of my alma mater is as kind as a teacher.

Appreciate the teacher's kindness

Your worry, your sweat

There are unforgettable inculcations and caring eyes.

Unforgettable alma mater, full of vitality and heroic spirit.

Thanksgiving alma mater

You are an amiable and loving mother.

You feed us sweet milk.

Let's thrive.

Appreciate the teacher's kindness

Let me have rich wisdom and super energy.

Forever alma mater

Forever teacher's kindness

Always keep it in mind

A beautiful heart will always take a new journey.

Second, "Poems for Alma Mater"

Author: Flower City

Sentences missed here

There are first-class teachers

Energetic students.

here

Have our most precious memories.

There are our closest friends.

In this beautiful campus

I am a small seed.

Germinate in your care

I used to fantasize that we could be together forever.

All the beautiful mornings and nights

Wake up and sleep quietly at your feet.

until today

I grow into a moving tree.

In the storm of years

Stand strong in any corner of life.

Third, the alma mater.

Author: Xinyang

once

I am a boat drifting with the tide.

finally

Sail into your harbor

I am so lucky.

Blown by your sea breeze

With your waves

Boarded the gold coast

Enrich my barren thoughts.

Green is my desert poem.

Guide me to work hard.

Brave advance

Fourth, "to you, my alma mater"

Author: Gong Xiaonai

flight of time

I have left your warmth.

Appear under the moon

You are like a mountain.

Look back again

You have become a memory.

Praise again

You are a thing of the past.

therefore

Unwilling to leave.

V. "Memories of Alma Mater"

Author: Heart lights like beans

Have infinite attachment in my heart.

I think of my deskmate with pigtails.

Do you still hate your dissatisfaction with me?

I used a pencil sharpener.

Draw an insurmountable line

I think of my childhood friends.

Are you as playful as before?

And the gray-haired teacher.

Always be as kind and noble as my father.

Countless good memories

It is the spiritual wealth of my life.

If you collect it,

It will be woven into a huge garland.