1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. (2) Send Du to Shu. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai's "Send a friend" 3. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan 20 Shi An Xi") 5. Cold rain into the night, Wu, seeing off guests in Chushan alone; (Wang Changling's Parting Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi "Don't be big") 7. The Peach Blossom Pond in thousands of feet is not as good as that in Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun) 8. Lonely sail overlooking the blue sky, I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. (Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower sends a bowl to Haoran Guangling) 9. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji Wu home) 10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. After drinking a bottle of wine, I will leave Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong's "Farewell" poem nostalgia 1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's hometown couplet book" "3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's Home) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)
Share weal and woe and set sail. Follow your dreams and roam the world.
A man knows his companion in a long journey and a little inn.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
2. Who knows the poem about leaving campus? Mr. Murong asked me to shake your hand, and then gently take your hand out. I know that my thoughts have taken root since then. The mountains and rivers are gentle during the day. Let me shake your hand and then gently extend my hand. Tears stopped from now on and merged into a river in my heart. Staring at the ferry is so helpless. If you can't find flowers to send, pin your blessings on your chest. How can I forget my old friend's heart tomorrow? Can an old friend forget each other without laughing? Long live friendship! Long live friendship! Long live friendship! We used to wander among the green mountains and green waters of our hometown all day, and we have gone through all kinds of hardships. Long live friendship! Long live friendship! Long live friendship!
We are also anxious to paddle in the microwave oven. Since we are separated by oceans, long live our friendship. Long live the friendship between friends. Cheers, long live, cheers in unison. We used to feel the same way. Let's shake hands. Let's raise our glasses and drink together. Long live the friendship between friends. Long live the friendship between friends. Long live the friendship between friends. Long live the New Year's Eve, and long live the friendship between friends. Let's raise our glasses and drink in unison to celebrate this poem dedicated to our alma mater. There are first-class teachers here, energetic students here, Dibo Park, which brings together scenic spots from all over the world, and a bio-park where exotic flowers and plants from all over the world are planted. Here are our most precious memories, here are our most unforgettable junior high school life, here are our closest friends, here are our most unforgettable hardships during military training, and here are our hardest work in senior three. After the struggle in this beautiful campus, there are feelings, righteousness, bitterness and joy, but more is the elegant demeanor washed out by sweat = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I will love you forever-a poem dedicated to my alma mater hangs your name on my chest every day. Waiting for your shoulder 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 silently at your feet and fall asleep again. 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 to form a shade and send you a bunch of flowers to show our respect for you. Send you a touching song, bring you a little sweetness. Teacher-you have worked hard, and you have led us through the difficulties. You raised us with the nutrition of knowledge, but never asked for anything in return. You told us not to give up easily when we encounter difficulties. Since then, our life has been full of joy at any time. We have less troubles and more perseverance. You still hold the colored brush in your hand. It depicts a beautiful blueprint and nourishes the peaches and plums of the motherland. In the middle of the night, you are still preparing lessons carefully, and in your sleep, you are still recalling the joy of our success. We are flowers in full bloom in spring, and you play a wonderful melody for us. You are a diligent gardener, and we will remember your earnest teachings. Take every step of life, be friendly, fit, realistic and realistic. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Poems for teachers-teachers' eyes are like the moon at night, and we are stars, shining in teachers' smiles.
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean. We are small fish, swimming happily in the teacher's arms.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky. We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze, freedom floats everywhere, and the teacher's eyes are like mirrors. Can light up our hearts.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Poets dedicated to teachers are like gardeners, full of peaches and plums; 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.
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.
We walked hand in hand on the path at dusk for the last time and 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 is gone forever, and of the countless separations we have seen in the past days. We used to sing in those places, but today it's 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 made all the preparations, and there will never be such a grand farewell in this life, but tears still come out of our hearts, just like those lost youth that never come back. You told me to stop crying. 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.
In this summer's wind, holding your hand, let us recall the days we passed together again, recall those dreams that are gone forever, and let everything pass in our hearts again. This may be the last and gentlest summer in our young years.
After this summer, we will face many seasons and many times of parting. But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think of this summer again and again, all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication, all the friendship and love. Many years later, we will open the yellowed commemorative album on a similar summer night.
All the handwriting will be blurred, only the gardenia we put in the book still retains the last fragrance of this summer. The mood of graduation youth, sentimental classmates leaving, sad and silent lonely memories, sincere smile, sincere friendship, silently blessing the dead leaves in the diary-leaving unforgettable messages in the classmate's notebook-recording photos of classmates and friends' infinite care for me in the photo album-recreating the romance when they get along with each other.
It's time to leave the ancient poetry of my alma mater, and a few years have passed in such a hurry.
I hope we are all happy when we leave, and I hope you are happy when you are still working here.
I have been looking at the campus, friends and teachers who are leaving for a long time.
I really don't want to give it up.
I will come back to see you with good news. I hope we will cherish each other like this. ..
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening wind blows the flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.
The world is short, and all corners of the earth are friends. I welcome the perfection of turbid wine and bid farewell to Meng Han today. The sunset is beyond the mountain.
Seven unique memories of leaving my alma mater/Kaiyuan Xinfeng
Like a dream, Qin has changed for ten years.
I still remember when I left school, Yiyi shook hands with me in tears.
That summer, the poetry edition (a poem for those students who left their alma mater in senior three) thought
The world is beautiful.
Not that drunk.
Blow out grandma
Close your eyes and it will come true.
Belong to the same species
It will open your eyes.
weary
The world is no longer beautiful.
People don't get drunk.
Students have been ups and downs for more than ten years.
Southeast and northwest.
How to shed tears?
No matter who often sends money.
Back to the taste of quite a year.
4. Leave the campus immediately and ask for sentences and poems about parting (satisfaction will be rewarded) 1. Farewell Poem Author: Anonymous Times: Sui hangs on the ground and flies in the sky.
The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back. 2. Farewell Author: Wang Wei Age: Tang friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, and I didn't close my hut door until it was dark.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . 3. Say goodbye to the ancient grassland. Author: Bai Juyi years: Tang Man grass across the plain, with the four seasons come and go.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. 4. Xiao Shui Farewell Author: Wang Luobin Year: Don't leave yan dan here in the Tang Dynasty, a strong man broke his wrist.
No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today. 5. Farewell to Xie Ting Author: Xu Hun years: Brother Tang misinterpreted boating, with red leaves and green hills.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. 6. Farewell friends at Jingmen Ferry Author: Li Bai Age: Tang sailed from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with people in the south.
At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. Flying under the moon, the sea clouds shine like palaces.
The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. 7. Farewell in late spring Author: Han Cong era: Tang Qingdai red out of Fengcheng, sunset pavilion ancient and modern love.
Pedestrians don't listen to the water in front of officials. It's just the sound of years passing. 8. Say goodbye to Yan Fu in advance: Li Yinian: Tang Bicao flies in pairs like a line.
Nagato didn't start spring, so he advanced to class. The beam is boundless, and the eaves are cold and eager to wear.
Today, with the red calyx, the past is still sad. First, don't meet Qiu Hong and Liu Chi.
9. Farewell Author: Li Baiyao Age: Tang Yan, a glass of wine to do, to worry about. Night flowers float and dew, and dark water rushes back.
The geese flew last month, and the sound of insects reflected autumn. Who will talk about the fairy boat on the river beam tomorrow?
10. Jiang Ting jathyapple bid farewell to two authors: Wang Bo era: Tangjiang sent Banan water, and the mountains crossed the north cloud. On the autumn night in Jinting, no one sees tears leaving the group.
There is tangled smoke on the green steps, and the high moon shines on the south gate of Jiangting. Lonely from the pavilion, the mountains are cold at night.
1 1. Farewell Author: Wang Luobin Times: Tang Han's night is more eternal, Xiang Qiu's cool. Why is centrifugation a gift? You have your own jade pot of ice.
12. Song of Jinling, Farewell to Fan Xuan Author: Li Bai Age: The Tang Dynasty was as rocky as a tiger, and Ling Bo wanted to cross the Cangjiang River. The trend of Zhongshan Dragon Plate is coming, and the beautiful trees are beautiful.
For more than forty years, fame and fortune flowed eastward. Who is the son of Little White Horse? He went to prison when he was too young.
In the past, Jinling was magnificent and swept the heroic world. The crown is scattered into smoke, and the golden jade seat is turned into cold ashes.
When the blade was buckled, it was sad and empty, and Chen Liang's bones were all messed up. Emperor Dragon Sinks Jingyang Well, who sings yushu backyard flower?
There's no way to be sad here. Now stay away from Changchun grass. Send the heart of Wan Li to the Yangtze River. He visited Nanshan in 1996.
13. Send it to Yuan Ershi Anxi Author: Wang Wei Age: Tang Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
14. Don't Dongda Author: Gao Shi years: Huang Yun in the Tang Dynasty had a long day, and the north wind blew geese and snow in succession. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you! 15. Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou. Author: Li Bai Age: Old friends in the Tang Dynasty bid farewell to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. 16. Parting feelings of: Liu Suiyue: Turn the clouds to see the sun, the pond is just the time to dream back.
Recently, poems are like spring willows, which only bid farewell to the east wind. Words: 1. Recalling Wang Sun Qiu Jiang's farewell, collecting ancient sentences Author: Xin Qiji Time: Song Dynasty got the moon sorrow, Mochow, sorrow, sorrow, parting, and there is no need to complain about falling flowers. Yesterday, people not only had to fly every autumn. 2. Yulinling Author: Liu Yong Time: Song heart cold and sad, late for Changting.
At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
There are many kinds of customs, who will tell?
5. Poems once left to my alma mater: It's just gone, and the years have passed so quickly.
I hope we are all happy when we leave, and I hope you are happy when you are still working here.
I have been looking at the campus, friends and teachers who are leaving for a long time.
I really don't want to give it up.
I will come back to see you with good news. I hope we will cherish each other like this. ..
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. New students will be born next year, and 100 thousand dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. -[Qing] Zheng Xie
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening wind blows the flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.
The world is short, and all corners of the earth are friends. I welcome the perfection of turbid wine and bid farewell to Meng Han today. The sunset is beyond the mountain.
Seven unique memories of leaving my alma mater/Kaiyuan Xinfeng
Like a dream, Qin has changed for ten years.
I still remember when I left school, Yiyi shook hands with me in tears.
That summer, the poetry edition (a poem for those students who left their alma mater in senior three) thought
The world is beautiful.
Not that drunk.
Blow out grandma
Close your eyes and it will come true.
Belong to the same species
It will open your eyes.
weary
The world is no longer beautiful.
People don't get drunk.
Students have been ups and downs for more than ten years.
Southeast and northwest.
How to shed tears?
No matter who often sends money.
Back to the taste of quite a year.
6. What poem is used to bid farewell to school? I miss you and the sky. I miss the year when I got wet in the rainy season. I miss that faint youth. Time flies like water. We will pursue our dreams. If we meet again one day, will we recognize you? Ling ☆ 1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place. (2) Send Du to Shu. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.
(Li Bai's "Send a friend" 3. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
(Wang Wei's "Send Yuan 20 Shi An Xi") 5. Cold rain into the night, Wu, seeing off guests in Chushan alone; (Wang Changling's Parting Xin Jian at Furong Inn) 6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi "Don't be big") 7. The Peach Blossom Pond in thousands of feet is not as good as that in Wang Lun.
(Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun) 8. Lonely sail overlooking the blue sky, I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. (Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower sends a bowl to Haoran Guangling) 9. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
(Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji Wu home) 10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. After drinking a bottle of wine, I will leave Meng Han tonight.
(Li Shutong's "Farewell" poem nostalgia 1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's Miscellaneous Poems) 2. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He zhang's hometown couplet book" "3. The spine of the book is broken, winter returns to winter and spring returns to spring.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River 4. Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "The Next Berth on Beibao Mountain") 5. It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.
The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's Home) 6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking) 7. The sound of Yudi's flight was dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night") 8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's Journey to the North) 9. Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sing.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night") Sail in the same boat through thick and thin.
Follow your dreams and roam the world. Lu Yao knows that horsepower has been seen by people for a long time, and the peach blossom pool is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun.
7. The poem of farewell to campus 1. Graduation songs graduation words are like fallen leaves, flying around, falling in the middle of graduation, like the surrounding air hugging tightly, but it is difficult to touch the last party. Some people will leave this campus after you leave or stay. Some people want to see the city for four years, and it's too late to react before you get familiar with it. When you leave after graduation, you will know that coming here is no longer monotonous, but you will only feel that everything is gorgeous and makes people cry. In this dry summer, maybe only your memory is wet. Take some single photos. Let's take some photos together to see if we are more sedate or funny in our bachelor robes and hats. Perhaps only level 03 can truly cherish this land that grew up with you. More than 1000 days and nights pass by our fingertips like running water, leaving no trace. It seems so hasty that it is difficult to retain the first graduates. It seems to us how solemn it is to hear you say that girls sit in the middle. It is the tradition of our Jiaotong University for boys to sit on both sides. Maybe you lack courage, but it's impossible to change now. When you graduate, you boys and girls will be less strangers, like strangers. Probably the one who used to sit at the same table. You may never know when her hairstyle changed from straight hair to curly hair. I wanted to ask you several times but didn't ask about love and being loved. You seem to have met it, too It seems that there is no time to think about the so-called love in the past soon. For example, the ripple life in quiet college life is always easy for you (and us in the future) to drown out the days before graduation. Time seems lazy. Seeing that you are stranded in the commercial street at the south gate of the campus, the Internet cafes are expanding and the business of opening one restaurant after another is booming. The barbecue shop was renovated again and again, and the songs in MP3 were occupied by paper and materials. The most talked about topics in the last month are always those papers, defense and work wine, which are all symbols of youth. After shouting loudly to persuade wine, getting drunk silently is the second thing. Farewell is the most important thing. Listen to your feeling of being drunk, and you will know how uncomfortable it is to be drunk: I can't sleep, and the sound of a rotating fan and the occasional "buzzing" sound of mosquitoes come from my ears between waking and hazy. Listen, my youth drifted away in this wind, and even the moonlight hurts me when I graduated.
Sleepless nights, when the books that have been a headache become a heavy burden, when the news of Jiaotong University becomes a landscape that is drifting away from you, when everything in the university will come to an end, and when you stand on the farewell platform, I send my sincere blessing, "Graduation, leave school, and have a good trip!" As time goes by, we will leave each other. When shall we meet after parting? As long as there is fate, we will meet. Do you remember your classmates? Classmate for three years, forget it. 3. Xu Zhimo's "Biekangqiao" left me gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant. A pool in the shade of a tree is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
8. Farewell to campus 1. Graduation songs graduation words are like fallen leaves, flying around, falling in the middle of graduation, like the surrounding air hugging tightly, but it is difficult to touch the last party. Some people will leave this campus after you leave or stay. Some people want to see the city for four years, and it's too late to react before you get familiar with it. When you leave after graduation, you will know that coming here is no longer monotonous, but you will only feel that everything is gorgeous and makes people cry. In this dry summer, maybe only your memory is wet. Take some single photos. Let's take some photos together to see if we are more sedate or funny in our bachelor robes and hats. Perhaps only level 03 can truly cherish this land that grew up with you. More than 1000 days and nights pass by our fingertips like running water, leaving no trace. It seems so hasty that it is difficult to retain the first graduates. It seems to us how solemn it is to hear you say that girls sit in the middle. It is the tradition of our Jiaotong University for boys to sit on both sides. Maybe you lack courage, but it's impossible to change now. When you graduate, you boys and girls will be less strangers, like strangers. Probably the one who used to sit at the same table. You may never know when her hairstyle changed from straight hair to curly hair. I wanted to ask you several times but didn't ask about love and being loved. You seem to have met it, too It seems that there is no time to think about the so-called love in the past soon. For example, the ripple life in quiet college life is always easy for you (and us in the future) to drown out the days before graduation. Time seems lazy. Seeing that you are stranded in the commercial street at the south gate of the campus, the Internet cafes are expanding and the business of opening one restaurant after another is booming. The barbecue shop was renovated again and again, and the songs in MP3 were occupied by paper and materials. The most talked about topics in the last month are always those papers, defense and work wine, which are all symbols of youth. After shouting loudly to persuade wine, getting drunk silently is the second thing. Farewell is the most important thing. Listen to your feeling of being drunk, and you will know how uncomfortable it is to be drunk: I can't sleep, and the sound of a rotating fan and the occasional "buzzing" sound of mosquitoes come from my ears between waking and hazy. Listen, my youth drifted away in this wind, and even the moonlight hurts me when I graduated.
Sleepless nights, when the books that have been a headache become a heavy burden, when the news of Jiaotong University becomes a landscape that is drifting away from you, when everything in the university will come to an end, and when you stand on the farewell platform, I send my sincere wishes, "Graduation, leave school, and have a good trip!" As time goes by, we will leave each other. When shall we meet after parting? As long as there is fate, we will meet. Do you remember your classmates? Classmate for three years, forget it. 3. Xu Zhimo's "Biekangqiao" left me gently, just as I came gently; With a gentle wave of my hand, I cut down Trishanne, wrote a letter to Stone Courage, and bid farewell to the clouds in the Western Heaven. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant. A pool in the shade of a tree is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.