Parting poems in primary schools

A Gift for Wang Lun Tang Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so it is better for Wang Lun to give it to me. The second mission to the Yuan Dynasty, Anxi Tang, Wang Wei, Acropolis, drizzle and dust, the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. In "Farewell to Xin Jian in Furong Inn", it is freezing in the cold, rainy and rainy, and it is clearly the loneliness of Fujian and Wu at night. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! The Yellow Crane Tower sends Bao Haoran to Guangling Tang Li Bai, an old friend, to bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the West, and fireworks will go down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. It's daytime in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.

My heart hurts. The moment I left.

I will graduate from primary school soon.

The departure of primary school

I dare not face it.

I don't want to face it.

Listen to other people's voices

The moment of parting

My heart hurts ... it hurts.

I seem to hear something broken in my body.

When facing the teacher

I said it hundreds of times in my mind.

Teacher, thank you for your hard work.

But I can't say it.

When facing classmates.

Want to hold her and cry together

But I can only sit quietly.

Watch and watch.

Tears came down.

I don't know what will happen after we graduate.

But I know

I

My heart hurts.

What the hell does that mean?

I don't understand.

Best friends come one after another.

All summer.

Leave me?

I hate this summer.

When I finished writing,

Really.

It really hurts. ......

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

One by one in our hearts for many years.

I can't forget what my teacher taught me when I was confused.

I can't forget the helping hand extended by my classmates when I fell.

I can't forget that when I failed, my teachers encouraged me one by one.

I can't forget that when I succeeded, my classmates applauded warmly.

Alma Mater

How can I thank you?

Teacher, we are about to graduate.

Six years, six years have passed in our hearts.

We clearly remember your busy figure.

Teacher, let's play ball together.

Teacher, my model plane is ready.

Teacher, my composition has been published again

Teacher, we won the first prize in the chorus competition.

Remember your anxious eyes in the sports field?

That's our motivation to win the first place.

Seeing the victory of the game,

You cheer with us.

At that moment, I clearly saw the tears in your eyes.

How can we forget that when we made progress, you gave us a reward.

How could I forget that when I was sick, you were caring and attentive to us.

How can I forget that when I made a mistake, you carefully reminded me of every word.

As long as there is you, there is our laughter.

Watch us understand day by day.

The most gratifying smile blooms on your face.

Your heart has been beating for us.

Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 1, Grade 6 thank you?

Teacher, we are about to graduate.

Six years, six years of time in front of our eyes gently shed.

before long

Teacher, my pants are torn.

Teacher, my braid is loose.

Teacher, I spilled my lunch.

Teacher, mom and dad have quarreled again.

Teacher ... teacher ... teacher. ...

Yes! What's so hard about beating you?

You are a gardener with grass in your heart.

Whoever is psychologically injured, you are the cure doctor.

teacher

It's really hard for you.

With gentle love, such a group with a southern accent and a northern accent is integrated.

It's really hard for you.

Including such a group of slowly growing children, there is a warm heart.

Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 2, Grade 6 thank you?

Teacher, we are about to graduate.

Six years, six years of wind and rain quietly flashed in our minds.

Teacher, have some water. How many times have you lost your voice for us?

Please put down your pen, teacher. How many times have you tired your eyes for us?

Teacher, please sit down for a while. How can you persist after just playing the infusion bag or bottle?

Teacher, please have a good rest.

Your child has grown up.

won't forget

You help us move forward in every ditch.

Don't forget, your shoulders are not huge.

Hold up the scenery of our lives.

Do you remember

In math class, never tire of asking questions, and explain patiently.

This is the cornerstone of our rise.

A little success.

I won tears for you.

From walking lightly to getting old

You left the most wonderful chapter in our life on the road of growing up.

Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 3, Grade 6 thank you?

Why are there so many memories?

I can't tell you our attachment to each other.

Why are there so many blessings?

I can't say enough about our attachment to our alma mater.

Why is it sincere language?

I can't tell you how much we miss you.

Irresistible

Is the most beautiful scenery,

Eager to slip away,

Is the best time.

All this.

As if it had just begun.

As if it were yesterday.

But in a flash

We will say goodbye to each other.

Goodbye, alma mater.

You gave me a colorful life.

Goodbye, teacher.

You gave me the nourishment of life.

Bye, mom.

You gave me love and sunshine.

Let us salute you-

Give the highest young pioneers team ceremony! (salute! )

Thank you, alma mater.

Thank you, teacher.

Thank you, mom.