The sixth grade volume graduation poem 1 end of primary school.
One day in June
The exam is over.
All candidates write down.
There is an unknown emotion in the air.
Primary school life ended like this.
It's like having a long dream.
Wake up
It's time to say goodbye
the other day
When we left,
Everything goes back to the original film sample.
Those who are always with you.
No more classrooms will be filled neatly.
scalar
In this summer.
In this gardenia blooming season
Suddenly forgot
What kind of beginning was that?
Six years ago in September.
Look carefully and find out the answer.
At the other end of the visit, I was vaguely seen.
And my original friends and classmates.
The first minute of nervous expectation.
All the originals
Freeze into a picture of memory
From then on, the story began.
If you put everyone's stories together,
The story is very long. We made several turns at 23 degrees north latitude.
Growing up makes our teenagers white.
Maybe the story is ordinary.
But for the owner of the story,
Never forget.
Physical education class's sportswear
Wet with sweat over and over again.
Swing in the storm of memory
Shine in the sun
We complain that school uniforms are ugly.
But he developed various functions.
wipe the table
shut out the rain
It brings us warmth when it is cold.
In the future, everything can be easily discarded.
Only school uniforms are something we can't bear to throw away.
Souvenirs that can no longer be worn.
One reference book after another
exercise book
We tried to tear it apart.
But I bought one book after another.
sigh with emotion
There are too many questions.
Life is but a span.
Before you know it, you will see the last page.
scalar
Arrange books by the pound
Suddenly found that each one is unique.
sky
There are long and short.
flower
Openness and decline
From then on, it only opens in memory.
Will it happen again?
The sky is so blue.
This tree is too green.
Can we still be so idle and daze?
Gradually
It seems that we can't be as happy as when we were children.
Short time
Whose is it?
smiling face
Graduation poem 2 in the second volume of the sixth grade bid farewell to his alma mater
Swallows spread their wings and eagles soar, which is the bird's yearning for the blue sky;
The stream is gurgling and the waves are rolling, which is the song of the river to the ocean;
Rice is fragrant and fruitful, which is the earth's imagination of everything;
Stone, peach and plum fragrance, that is the hope of our alma mater!
Teacher, alma mater
We're leaving you.
Put away the old scripts.
We quietly
Walk through every corner of the campus
Walk past the place where we lived for six years.
Look, the sunny classroom.
How many times have you listened to us? This book sounds loud and clear.
Look, the silent blackboard.
How many times have you written about us, the secret of knowledge?
Look, the wide and flat playground.
How many times you left us, laughter floated.
Look, the crisp and sweet bell.
How many times have we been reminded to cherish time?
Alma Mater
How can I thank you?
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 you make 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,
In art class, we appreciate the beauty of art with our heart.
In the competition field, we strive to cast the honor of the class.
We shed tears, but we laughed all the way. We stepped on thorns, but we smelled the flowers of Wan Li.
We are about to 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. There have been twists and turns on my path, passing through a sheltered depression, and every path has a beautiful dream, with green trees reflecting red walls, and every tall building has opened affectionate doors and windows. Why are there so many memories?
I can't tell you our attachment to each other.
Why are there so many blessings?
I can't say enough about our attachment to our alma mater.
Why is it sincere language?
I can't tell you how much we miss you.
All this.
As if it had just begun.
As if it were yesterday.
But in a flash
We will say goodbye to each other.
Goodbye, alma mater.
You gave me a colorful life.
Goodbye, teacher.
You gave me the nourishment of life.
Goodbye, classmate.
You gave me the warmth of love. Thank you, alma mater.
Thank you, teacher.
Thank you, classmates.
Dear teacher:
Let us salute you-
Bowed deeply—
(All students stand up: Thank you)
(Bowing at the same time)
The second volume of the sixth grade graduation poem 3 primary school years
There was a time when it was called elementary school.
Six years is not long.
We haven't learned to do our homework neatly yet.
Graduated in an instant.
I became a little teacher correcting students' homework.
Five years is not short.
Thousands of days and nights
It's heavy in the basket.
I'm afraid it's much higher than the desk.
The expansion time is getting longer and longer.
An experience
There is a place called Alma Mater in Yuanye.
It was Yuan Ye in spring.
Yuan Ye in autumn.
We take root and sprout in spring.
We head and blossom in autumn.
Lang Lang's Book Sound
sound of rain
And jointing and cracking.
It constitutes the most wonderful movement in Yuanye.
There is a forest called teacher.
Poplar is very tall.
Buttonwood trees are deep.
Ginkgo tree is selfless
Magnolia is kind.
Six years ago, the second volume of the sixth grade graduation poem 4
Six years ago,
Mom took my hand,
Take me to the campus.
"Good boy, listen to the teacher and study hard."
Mom's seems to be still ringing in my ears.
In class,
The teacher looked at my face,
aoe， 123——
A little knowledge,
Like a drizzle in spring.
Moisten my heart.
Dear students, you must remember-
That riddle of yours,
We can guess right away.
That joke you told,
We laughed for days. I failed the exam,
You cry sadly;
Fighting countless times,
We laugh together.
Two poplars in front of the building,
Witness our growth;
Green playground,
Run our joy;
Quiet computer room,
Open our curious eyes.
We appreciate-
For six years,
The headmaster inspired us to "strive for victory".
The teacher painted a bright background for our life.
The school provides us with colorful days.
Don't worry,
Dear alma mater;
Don't worry,
Dear teacher-
Wherever a 62-year-old goes,
There will be life and health.
Dear teacher:
Let us sincerely thank you,
Dear students:
Finally, take care and say goodbye.
Goodbye-
The second volume of the sixth grade graduation poem 5 graduation
Every morning,
We all walked happily,
Come to campus.
I remember every time I was sad,
Send away my dear classmates,
Leave campus.
Gradually,
The teacher's face has many wrinkles.
We have grown up, too.
80 classmates, 80 hearts,
They all left a deep memory in the teacher's heart.
Six years!
We have forged a deep friendship in our hearts.
We'll be apart soon,
I really don't give up.
Graduated,
I really want to talk to my teachers and classmates.
But time waits for no one,
We split up.
That day,
We cried.
I can't bear to leave my eyes.
The eyes left behind are expectation.