Poetry about Thanksgiving School

Who is it, who is holding the red sun to rise in Ran Ran, who is cultivating seedlings to participate in the sky, who is pregnant with graceful flowers, and who is your unpretentious alma mater. That selfless alma mater, you laughed with us for six years, you played with us for six years, you gave us knowledge for six years, and you paid attention to our growth for six years. How can we thank you? When we came to you, you let us swim in the endless ocean of knowledge. How can we thank you? How can we thank you when we come to you and you guide us to sail on the track of life? You helped us lay a rock-solid foundation for parting. We thought about it for a long time and decided to thank you for your good style of study, your simplicity, your excellent achievements and your selfless dedication! The cradle of life of my alma mater! Ah! The cornerstone of life of my alma mater! Ah! The coordinates of the alma mater's voyage! For example, my mother's alma mater, thank you for raising us and giving us a farewell in the mood for love. My alma mater's six years of singing and laughing will always be a farewell in our hearts, and so will the six years of ups and downs of my alma mater. My alma mater, we will always remember you inadvertently. I have gone through primary school for six years. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have impressed me deeply. Now, we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, and a feeling of nostalgia arises spontaneously. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot calculate your contribution to me; Poetry and songs can't praise my respect for you. You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened our beautiful feelings with a clear spring. In this happy six years, I want to thank my alma mater and my teachers for teaching me infinite wisdom and the truth of being a man. During my five-year primary school career, I learned a lot from my first teacher and got a lot of happiness from my friends. Alma mater, you taught me to love my motherland, be diligent and honest. Thought of here, my heart a little more fear, a little more attachment. I am so scared that I can't play and laugh with my classmates in your arms. I'm afraid that the teacher's inculcation can't supplement my mind. I'm afraid of ... my alma mater. I really want time to stay at this moment and let me enjoy the warmth in your arms again. Alma mater, how many memories I left in your arms. I remember the sound of our reading, the teacher standing in front of the blackboard on the podium and writing carefully, I remember playing on the playground with my friends, I remember ... dear alma mater, although your classroom is not big and your playground is not wide, although your equipment is not advanced. However, I don't dislike you at all. I still love you deeply, because you have taught us a lot of knowledge and a lot of truth. It is how many pillars of the country you have cultivated and how many useful talents you have created. Six years have passed, and I am no longer that innocent child. I am already a sensible and mature teenager, and I am no longer ignorant. I am about to graduate and leave my alma mater. Here, I want to thank my alma mater for making me grow up healthily and happily! Today, we are listening to wonderful symphonic poems on campus and growing up healthily. Tomorrow, we will bravely go on the road and walk on the road to the ideal. For a better tomorrow, we should read more books; Read good books; Experience happiness in books; Draw nutrition. At this moment, I remembered a poem: Plum Blossom Pond is not as good as my affection with my alma mater. Goodbye, my alma mater! On a certain day, when we opened a book and began to immerse ourselves in the wonderful book, did we also think that one day we would read the last page? When the noisy cicadas in the past lowered their voices, when the lively birds stood quietly in the treetops, I suddenly realized that there was an emotion in the air. The campus is full of an atmosphere. It turns out that this hot season is destined to be used to leave and recall the year of admission. I tripped. Recalling the first class, I burst into tears. In the past six years, it was the teacher who wiped away the tears of homesickness for us, and it was the school that trained us from young and ignorant children into knowledgeable teenagers. In retrospect, we should thank our teachers. They are with us, getting up early and getting greedy, and returning to Dai Yue at night. They are gratified by our progress, they are worried about our troubles, and they dream for our dreams. No matter whether our future career is successful or ordinary, we will never forget to be grateful and repay our teachers. Because in the world of thought, it is the teacher who teaches us to stand; In the world of science and culture, it is teachers who teach us to walk and run. We want to thank our school for more than two thousand days in six years. We are here to share the wind and rain and enjoy the rain and dew. Here, we have the most precious memories, the closest friends and the most unforgettable study career. Say goodbye to your alma mater, so that the heavy footsteps are not luggage, but the sadness of parting; I can no longer walk on the tree-lined path on campus, listen to birds singing in the bushes, discuss life philosophy with teachers, and talk about life and ideals with my classmates. Maybe we are a little sad, but we are not disappointed. Because the infinite future will start from now until tomorrow, we will gradually realize the taste of "growing up", which shows a kind of glory and reminds us of a kind of responsibility. This responsibility is that we should learn to love, love our family, love our teachers and friends, love this society, love the great motherland, love the endless Chinese nation and love the land of Kyushu. Although we are a little sad, we will never be disappointed, because yesterday was the honor of our education and tomorrow will be the pride of our education. Today we are a wisp of fragrance of Yucai Garden, and tomorrow we will be the steel backbone of * * * and China! Farewell to the familiar school, like a child who always leaves his mother's arms, the door of junior high school is waving to us, but his face is a tearful smile. On the occasion of parting, please accept our most solemn team gift, like an overseas five-star red flag. When leaving, please accept a bunch of flowers from us to show our affection for our roots. Goodbye, dear teacher, although we want to listen to your earnest teachings again, goodbye, kind headmaster, although we want to feel your sincere concern again. Goodbye, lively alumni, although we really want to enjoy another happy recess. Goodbye, dear classroom, although we really want to have another wonderful discussion and think about a bright future. Who is it, who is holding the red sun to rise in Ran Ran, who is cultivating seedlings to participate in the sky, who is pregnant with graceful flowers, and who is your unpretentious alma mater. That selfless alma mater, you laughed with us for six years, you played with us for six years, you gave us knowledge for six years, and you paid attention to our growth for six years. How can we thank you? When we came to you, you let us swim in the endless ocean of knowledge. How can we thank you? How can we thank you when we come to you and you guide us to sail on the track of life? You helped us lay a rock-solid foundation for parting. We thought about it for a long time and decided to thank you for your good style of study, your simplicity, your excellent achievements and your selfless dedication! The cradle of life of my alma mater! Ah! The cornerstone of life of my alma mater! Ah! The coordinates of the alma mater's voyage! For example, my mother's alma mater, thank you for raising us and giving us a farewell in the mood for love. The joy and laughter of my alma mater for six years will always be in our hearts, as will the ups and downs of my alma mater for six years. The high-spirited spirit of our alma mater blooms on our faces. We will always remember you, alma mater! Ancient and modern poems praising mother 1. An ancient poem, a wandering poet, Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty), a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother, made clothes for her wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "Send Mother Home" stopped at a loss and trapped me into a Chu prisoner. Feeling from this, sadness and tears stuck in the throat. Fang's mother is seriously ill and wants to be a famous doctor. The bus is very urgent today, so it is difficult to stop! Motherly love has nothing to report, what can life expect! "Don't go to the mother river beam, sorrow tears in vain. This is a tragic snowy night in Chai Men. It is better to have children than nothing at this time. 2. Modern Poetry: Poem for Mother Author: Bing Xin's mother, I've wanted to write a poem for you for a long time, but I haven't written it well for many times. I don't know how to start this poem for you, how to end it or what to write, just like when I was a child, I didn't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you, even if it is not well written, even if you can't read it in your hometown ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wan Shui Qian Shan, ask him to take her love and sorrow home. Mom Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips are touching my temple. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. Although the morning light has cut my dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of mother's years is as ruthless as fear of fading memory. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not make a sound. Oh, Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I wrote many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my mother, my sweet, soft and deep memory, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry mother who can't sing among the flowers and trees. Author: The mother of love is as humble as moss, as solemn as dawn, as soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, as hard as a thousand years of cold jade. When I lift my eyes, she is a bright moon. When I looked down, she was a vast land. Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. You are a big tree. Spring depends on you, imagine summer depends on you, autumn prospers and autumn matures. Leaning against you in winter, thinking about your tall and broad crown ~ let the field last forever. No, mother of the wilderness, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. (3) When I am sad, you are comfort. When I am depressed, you are hope. When I am weak, you are my strength to shelter me from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever, the driving force of life. (4) You bend down, guarding you with love and care, showing your bright heart, your exuberant energy and strong smile. (5) Let me immerse myself in your boiling blood. Let me enjoy happiness in your warmth, let me be intoxicated in your arms and snuggle up in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the leisurely clouds, and there are continuous feelings in the faint poems. There are deep feelings and deep feelings. If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon. My mother is the root of my growth. I am the ideal fruit of my mother's black hair. Like frost on a maple leaf, the stars are shining silver. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. J) `Hold my heart for you. (9) May fragrance and mellow fragrance haunt your life _ May my laughter fill your brow like a silver bell. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of its friendship with the root. An ode condensed my love for you. "Let the flowers in your heart bloom like clouds, and let the fragrance accompany you through the long years to dry old clothes." I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it. Mother Zhong Author: Wang, when you come home disappointed, no matter how tall you are, your mother's heart can still surround you. I am willing to be your "master clock" and I will not stop working until the clock breaks down. Mother's Bible Author: Every time I open this Bible, Wang Can can't help holding it to her chest, just like hugging my dear mother. I can still smell her faint fragrance and see her beautiful and elegant face. Learn to be a good mother Author: Wang "The hand that pushes the cradle is the hand that changes the society", and "mother" is the privilege given to women by God. A mother's sacrifice for her children is priceless, and her contribution is unconditional. "Mom" Author: Hong Yan When I met you, I was ten years old/you were thirty-five. You are a round-faced mother/your love is a basin full of bath water/warm, which almost floats me. Mother Author: Gao Mingcheng The earth keeps spinning. When I was a child, I accidentally fell in a pool of blood in a ditch. You suddenly picked me up from the hands of the earth. It's your omnipotent Hercules! A thousand raindrops slipped from the umbrella and poured into your back, but I didn't touch the rain. The hospital is actually the end of the marathon and your brave ambulance! Starry mornings are constantly being born and dying. I also know that it has the regret of aging and parting. It must have been deeply rooted in my heart since farewell. Endless spring, warm sky and endless horizon are your avatar Guanyin Bodhisattva! Author: Xu Yilan Modern parents accept their children's advantages and disadvantages with respect and understanding, encourage rather than blame, praise rather than complain, give their children full spiritual food, and instill the idea that new books are better than new clothes. Author: Zhang Mo Love is a small ribbon, and mother gently ties it with wrinkles. Author: Li Qiao people come from the earth, naturally they will feel homesick and return to nature, and their mother is the embodiment of the earth. Source: Bing Xin's mother of stars! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. Source: Bing Xin "Past Seven" Mom! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my shadow under the empty sky? Ode to Mother Author: Although Zheng's mother is still poor, the children's love for her is unambiguous. We just shout "Long live mother", and deeper love gushes in our hearts like a volcano. Although the mother is ordinary and useless, she is the real hero in the child's heart. Who can live and how much? Children can keep their mother's kindness in mind. Although her mother speaks softly, she is heavier than Mount Tai in their hearts. She watered her children's success with her mother, but she didn't make earth-shattering achievements (excerpt). Ordinary life Author: Du Jinghua Source: Mother's kindness will never forget how many roads your little feet have traveled. There is a heavy burden on your weak shoulders. This road is very long. It's full of your blood, your sweat, your tears and endless humiliation. You have a brown cheek, which shows that you have worked hard for many years. However, you never seem to know what you are complaining about. It's always a long way to go. You never asked why you left, and you never wanted to tell anyone that you had been walking silently. Go ... your little feet, walk out of a long road with no end in sight, and dedicate it to the immortal words. Author: Prose and wind are blowing day by day, full of affection, praising mother's kindness, adopting daughter and caring for children. Nature makes the tears of pregnancy and childbirth terrible, and the soul in the dream becomes a phoenix. The most important thing is Meng Jiao's poems. The beauty of spring is endless. On the great mother, like the moon, it shines on our doors and windows and radiates love. For the sake of children, I am not afraid of dark clouds, give me warmth and encourage me to go up. Mom, I love you. I love you. You're amazing. My mother shines on my doors and windows like a star. She is so holy and kind, emitting the light of love. Grateful heart I came from an accident, like a grain of dust. Who can see my fragility, where I come from, where my feelings go, and who will call me next moment? Although the world is wide, this road is difficult. I have seen all the ups and downs in this world. How much love I have, and how many tears I have. I want God to know that I will not give up my gratitude. Thank you for staying with me all my life and giving me the courage to be my grateful heart. Thank you, flowers bloom and fall. Mom! I love you, you taught us to endure hardships, you taught us to live up to the scenes of childhood, we often dream of our mother's love, and we will never forget her kindness, even in stormy waves, even in wind, frost, rain and snow. "O-old": But my mother is old. "T-tear": it is the string of tears that my mother wiped away for me; "H heart": this is the mother's pure heart as gold; "e-eyes": she is the loving eyes of her mother; "R-right": It is my wish to my mother-always healthy and happy! Put them together, and you will understand why we affectionately call: Mom! Make mom happier. Mother's care keeps us warm. Mother's selflessness touched us; Mother's broadness shocked us; It is our common wish to make mom happy! Lyrics: Mom, your new school bag, someone gave you a flower folding umbrella in the rain, someone gave you your favorite (that) three fresh stuffing, someone (he) gave you a bag of your wronged tears, someone wiped it for you, this person is a mother, this person gave me life and a home. No matter how far you go and what you are doing, you can't leave our mother. You live somewhere else, and someone is worried about you. When you got home, someone was making hot tea. You are lying in (that) hospital bed, someone is crying, and when you laugh, someone is blooming happily. No matter how rich you are, no matter how old you are, you can't forget the ups and downs of our mother, day and night, flowers bloom and fall. Looking back suddenly, three years slipped away unconsciously. In this crystal-clear campus, I spent the most beautiful and precious years in my life. Standing on the edge of graduating from the third grade, looking back on the three-year campus spring and autumn, I have infinite feelings and attachment. Ah, alma mater, you gave me the most important three years in my life, the most unforgettable three years and the most wonderful three years. In these three years, there are joys, hardships, warmth and loneliness, but the most important thing is family and love. There are too many days worth cherishing and remembering forever ... My alma mater, you taught me to seek knowledge and inspired me to make progress. In the three years of blooming, countless teachers have devoted their efforts and sweat to my growth. On the long and arduous road to study, I learned knowledge through diligence and grew up through tempering. I walked out of naivety, ignorance and youth, and moved towards maturity, reason and modesty. Failure, success, failure again, success again, tears accompany laughter, flowers confirm success. Three dreamlike years, my alma mater, you are my harbor to acquire knowledge, and you have enriched my future life with knowledge! Alma mater, you have cultivated my soul and improved my character. You are the soil of success and the cradle of growth. You pointed out the direction of life for me and raised my ideal sail. You have led me out of my confusion, strengthened my wings, helped me fight the storm, guarded me at the helm with your broad wings, and sailed on the road of life. I have established self-confidence, learned to be strong, learned ugliness and beauty, learned gratitude and learned honesty. Three years of thinking inspired rational edification. Alma mater, you are the melting pot of my ideological growth, and you have illuminated my life path with the brilliance of reason! Alma mater, you taught me the feelings of love with practical actions and felt the spirit of professionalism. Dear teacher, in the past three years, for the sake of our progress, how much effort you have paid, how much sweat you have shed and how many late nights you have stayed up. In front of the window where the snow falls, you corrected our homework, and in front of the window where mosquitoes swarm, you carefully prepared lessons for us. Whenever we make a little progress, your smile is like a cuckoo in that spring, more comfortable than ours. Your dedication and selfless love will always be engraved in my heart. There are thousands of words surging with emotion, which I can't express. I can only use crystal tears to condense into a simple sentence "Thank you, teacher, for your hard work". Hard sweat accompanied 1000 sunsets and sunrises, watered the growth of seedlings and ushered in a garden full of flowers. Alma mater, you are the temple of my love, and your selflessness and great love will always move me. My alma mater taught me self-reliance, friendship and strength, forged my perseverance and strengthened my physique. When I first walked into the school gate and threw myself into your warm arms, I was a girl who didn't understand life and faced independent study and life. Homesick, flustered, a little overwhelmed. However, whenever I encounter difficulties, the teacher's face is so kind and kind, and the students extend their hands of friendship to me. Teacher's care is like spring breeze, soothing my lonely heart, and classmate's friendship is like sunshine, warming my heart. Therefore, I got rid of the dependence at home, learned the independence of life, and learned the preciousness of friendship. At the sports meeting, I was moved by the indomitable spirit of my classmates. When I flinched, the teacher gave me hope. When I fell, my classmates gave me encouraging applause, encouragement and warm help again and again. So I became strong and learned to be brave in the storm and fight the sky that belongs to me. Three years of ups and downs have tempered my will and shaped my soul. After three years of blooming, I have grown from an ignorant little girl to a vibrant girl. Alma mater, you are not only my warm home, but also the cradle of my growth. Under your care, let my youth fly freely! Ah, my dear alma mater-Beizhong, looking at you, my heart is surging and my thoughts are flying. Like a loving mother, you light up your young hearts with the brilliance of love, and like strict father, you always urge me, educate me, remind me, embrace my joys and sorrows and my growth with a broad mind, and accept my lofty sentiments and dancing youth. Unfortunately, I'm not a painter, I can't draw your most beautiful pictures, I'm not a singer, I can't sing your most beautiful melody, I'm not a poet, and I can't praise your kindness to the fullest. But in the past three years, countless sequins that adorn my growth have made in my heart forever shine. I will tie them with beautiful butterfly knots and beautiful ribbons and keep them in my heart forever. They will be the best memories in my life in the future after graduation. Let beautiful flowers and plants entrust my love for my alma mater to express my gratitude to you, let the tall and straight maple trees convey my continuous admiration for my alma mater to convey my respect for you, and let the teaching building full of books carry my deep affection for my alma mater and forever engrave my nostalgia for my alma mater. Once a teacher, you will never forget it, once a classmate, and always a friend. Ah, alma mater, Venus in my heart! Contact me again if you need anything \ (o)/~