Graduates are like a fallen leaf. Autumn is the season of falling leaves, summer is the season of graduation, and falling leaves have autumn wind to send each other. The following is a poem about graduation compiled by Inspirational.com. I hope it will help you.
Poems about graduation (1): Graduation poems fly away without a trace, and time goes by.
Occasionally passing by the path next to the school,
You will feel lonely inside,
No longer moved by whose ice.
The sky is full of dark clouds,
However, there is still a white cloud stubbornly returning.
Close your eyes,
I vaguely remembered the summer we spent together.
Thinking of those innocent smiling faces that are childlike and have no impurities in the world of mortals, my eyes are very wet, very wet.
But there are no tears on my cheeks.
Shout at the sky: life will go on, we can't cry! ? I used to sit in the shade and laugh together.
Chasing in an empty campus,
Shuttle through the busy crowd.
Say, be strong,
Become a bird out of the clouds.
Old photos that have faded long ago,
Recorded every wonderful moment of the summer we walked together.
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Poetry about graduation (II): On the hot summer day of graduation,
It's as hot as day.
According to Huahua,
Witness the youth of youth.
The sound of electric bells in the distance,
Announce the impending separation.
Maybe we live far away,
Maybe it hasn't changed.
Three or five friends know each other,
Recording each other's contact information, for those who are about to say goodbye,
Leave a mark.
Get on the bike,
Everyone has searched the countryside.
Simple villages are displayed in a simple way, and the flowing water and wheat fields of rivers and streams exude attractive fragrance.
Hip-hop and screaming echoed in the empty fields. It was like saying,
The story of you and me yesterday.
On graduation day,
We laughed,
I cried, too
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Poetry about Graduation (3): 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 names in my classmates' books.
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 the songs floating in the poems.
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