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.
Primary school graduation poem
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Goodbye, childhood!
Listen, the play on the playground,
Listen to the laughter when you go out;
Listen, the shouts during the game,
Listen, the slogan of military training.
All the laughter,
At this moment,
Be written into the chapter of love.
Look, classmate, you chase after me,
Look, the teachers' careful correction;
Listen, the gardener's careful irrigation,
Look, the clean and bright classroom.
All the beautiful things,
At this moment,
Be fixed in your heart and mine.
2 190 days,
There's laughter,
The laughter of winning the game,
The laughter of autumn outing ...
There are tears,
Tears of injured companions,
Tears of your quarrel with me ...
Laughter and tears,
During my six-year primary school career,
The best memories.
Recall the past,
From ignorance to understanding,
From innocence to maturity,
From "Why" to "I know" ...
Looking to the future,
"Zhi Duo Xing" became a "great doctor",
The "small monitor" became a "big professor".
"Little athletes" become tomorrow's "champions" ...
Tell me,
More than two thousand days,
Who will walk with me?
It's you, partner,
It's you, teacher!
I wish we could travel through time,
Miss each other and bless each other!
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There was a time when it was called elementary school.
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.
It's the kind that it's hard ... to spread it all out >
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Five years is not a long time.
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 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,