The primary school graduation poem recital was called primary school for a while.
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.
Through dawn and dusk
We met school leaders, old teachers,
Young teachers and female teachers
The head teacher is coming towards us.
Along with them are
A touch of green
A ray of eyes
There are a group of ugly ducklings called classmates.
Three years of cold window
Maybe it didn't make a white swan.
But the ugly duckling has really grown up.
Although it didn't fly into the sky, it was a blockbuster.
But we saw the ugly duckling clearly.
Soaring under the blue sky.
There is a kind of relationship that is hard to break, also called classmates.
There is an unforgettable feeling, so I still call my classmates.
When we first met,
It is a noun.
Talking about it feels like
Abstract, hazy, careless
Even light.
This is unbearable lightness.
At graduation
It is a verb.
Secret burial
Quietly accumulate
Slowly brew
When moved and lonely
This is an adjective.
A person can't help crying quietly.
Still smile and think about it and regret it.
When we get together,
I prefer it as an adverb of degree.
Tonight, let it be 20 years
Precipitation, accumulation, patience.
Spend endlessly.
Free release.
The second primary school graduation poem recites that 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
When I meet you again
How many years have it flowed in our hearts?