Goodbye, my alma mater will be in one day.
When we open a book,
I began to immerse myself in its beauty.
Do you think that one day we will read the last page?
When noisy cicadas used to lower their voices.
When the once lively birds stood quietly in the treetops.
At this moment, I suddenly realized.
There is an emotion in the air.
The campus is full of a breath.
It turns out that this hot season
Destined to leave.
Looking back on the year I entered school, I stumbled.
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.
It is the school that trained us from young and ignorant children into knowledgeable teenagers with the most beautiful graduation poems.
In retrospect, we should thank our teachers.
They stay with us, get up early and get greedy for the dark, and go back to Dai Yue at night.
They are satisfied with our progress,
They are worried about our troubles,
They dream of our dreams.
Whether we are successful or ordinary in our future career,
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.
"Graduation Poetry" is the last time I stand here today.
With teachers and children,
How happy I am.
In a few days, I will enter primary school.
As a first-year student,
Learn more knowledge and truth.
Try to wear a red scarf as soon as possible.
Dear Aunt Teacher:
I have a lot to say to you:
When I first came here,
Thin and small, sometimes with a small temper.
Today, I am still standing here.
There is no more mud on my face,
Wash your own handkerchiefs and socks,
I can also sing, dance, draw and tell stories.
I learned a lot.
Dear teachers and aunts:
I thank you from my heart!
Goodbye, teacher!
Bye, auntie!
I will definitely come to see you in the future.
Report my academic achievements to you!
Graduation Poetry All beautiful encounters are a poem,
All parting waves are songs floating from poetry,
In the wind, in the clouds,
Singing in the corner of time.
Beware of the sound in front of the sunset hedge,
All the memories of meeting are condensed into the final appearance.
I carefully opened the dusty. The name on the classmate's record.
You either walk too fast or go too far,
He urged me to leave only one blessing.
Graduation became a broken flower,
When it is the most prosperous, it will be weak.
No matter how beautiful the past is, it can't stand the scrutiny of time.
Those quiet Chinese New Year holidays.
Quietly turned warmth and meanness into sadness,
That beautiful poem when we met,
Only songs floated from poetry.