Sixth grade prose poem: I love my alma mater.

I love my alma mater.

therefore

I want to send Baiyun to my alma mater.

But Baiyun is not as beautiful and holy as her alma mater.

I want to dedicate the sky to my alma mater.

But the sky is not as warm as my alma mater.

I want to send flowers to my alma mater.

But the flowers are not as bright as their alma mater.

I love my alma mater.

therefore

I love my dear teacher.

Because they are hardworking gardeners.

Water our saplings with sweat.

I love my alma mater.

therefore

I love my dear classmates.

Because they are encouraging smiles.

Encourage us fragile flowers.

I love my alma mater.

therefore

I love everything about my alma mater.

I love the neat desks of my alma mater.

I love the fragrant flowers of my alma mater.

I love the wide playground of my alma mater.

I love the happy fish of my alma mater.

.......

I love everything about my alma mater.

wave

Look at your alma mater in tears again.

Look at the alma mater among the flowers.

Stop; see you again

My dear alma mater.

Sixth grade of Xibao Primary School in Huaiyin District, Jinan, Shandong Province: Fan Tian