here
There are first-class teachers
Energetic students.
here
There is a Dibo Garden, which brings together scenic spots from all over the world.
There are biological parks planted with exotic flowers and herbs from all over the country.
here
Have our most precious memories.
Have our most unforgettable junior high school life.
There are our closest friends.
here
There are unforgettable hardships during our military training.
There is our hard final struggle in the third grade.
In this beautiful campus
Have a bond of friendship
There are joys and sorrows.
But more is the style of sweat washing.
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I love you forever-a poem dedicated to my alma mater
Hang your name on your chest every day.
I can feel your great love.
You will always be my forest.
I am a small seed.
My thoughts germinate in your care.
Every time I look up at you,
Your shoulders are like a wooden house.
Including blue sky and white clouds
I once imagined that we could stand together forever.
All the beautiful mornings and nights
Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.
until today
I grow into a moving tree.
Relive the love you gave me.
I want to be like you.
In the storm of years
Stand in the corner of life at will
Form a green shadow
A poem dedicated to the old teacher
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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A poem dedicated to the teacher-the teacher's eyes
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.
We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;
Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;
Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;
Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind;
A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.
Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind.
The last time we walked together on the dusk path,
I heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset.
We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that we can never come back.
Thinking of the old days,
I've seen countless separations.
We used to sing in separate places,
But today is our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind.
For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have prepared everything,
There will never be such a grand farewell in my life.
But tears still gush from our hearts,
Just like those lost youth that never come back.
You told me not to cry,
We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes.
Then let's have a good cry.
Holding your hand in this summer wind,
Reminds us of the days we spent together,
Think of those dreams that are gone forever,
Let everything go through in my heart again.
This may be the last year of our youth,
It is also the gentlest summer.
After this summer, we will face many seasons.
Many farewells.
But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think about this summer again and again,
Think of all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication,
I also think of all the friendship and love.
In a few years, we will be on a similar summer night.
Open the yellowed yearbook.
All the handwriting will be blurred,
Only the gardenias we put in the book,
Still retains the last fragrance of this summer.
Or:
memory
Recalling that I just stepped into the door of my alma mater,
I think graduation is a very distant thing.
Now, I'm leaving this alma mater where I stayed for six years.
A reluctant mood in my heart.
I don't want to:
Not willing to give up our hard-working teacher,
Students who don't want to get along with me for six years,
I am even more reluctant to educate my alma mater!