On the hot summer day of graduation
It's as hot as day.
According to the face of a flower
Witness the youth of youth
The distant bell.
Announce the impending separation
Maybe we live far away.
Maybe it hasn't changed.
Three or five friends know each other.
Record each other's contact information
Say goodbye to everything that is coming.
leave traces
Step on a bike
Everyone has searched the countryside.
The simple village is poorly displayed.
Rivers and streams streams.
Patches of wheat fields exude attractive fragrance.
Hip-hop and screaming echoed in the empty fields.
It's like saying
The story of you and me yesterday.
Graduation day
We laughed.
I cried too.
The second graduation thesis by Bo Ming
Always stay in the bustling street scene with pale dreams.
The violent wind and rain soaked my thin body.
Like a bunch of roses in your eyes
Hold your head high and let your thoughts wander.
Your beautiful shadow in the autumn afternoon
Since then, I have broken the torrent of silence for twenty years.
On that stormy night.
Run to your dreams.
The night is so gloomy.
Dye a blood-red heart alive and it will rust.
Read all the scrolls of past lives
Consistency of overlapping layers
I have been waiting at the intersection where we met.
Who still believes in first love and eternity?
This fool.
Let the years and candles fly away, our youthful face.
Show a terrible hunting face in the dark
Unbridled laughter or heartbreak.
Like a few big tones filling the sky.
Also like a few deep wounds.
Carve it in my heart.
In the confusion of tears
Looking back on the four years of ups and downs. Time.
Turn your head.
Did the footsteps of parting turn us into puppets?
People who go to the north can't turn back.
Those who go south cannot turn back.
Is this fate?
Or did we never want to have it forever?
Discard at will
Everything is submerged.
Gardenia smells good this season.
Like a tragedy
Have a good start.
There is always a cup of sad bitter wine.
At this moment, I am fortunate to be a rotten pen.
At the intersection of departure
Liming square
Once again, I saw the flood coming from my face.
Walk into my heart
The third graduation thesis by Shao Qi.
The cold wind of black tears rolled in.
Lost in dim eyes
instant
See you in ten thousand years.
A gloomy and sad parting.
Blurred the horizon
Gardenia is in full bloom.
Drift away all the way
I don't know what to welcome.
You can't refuse to leave.
Faint helplessness pervades.
In this dark June
Hand in the papers separately.
My heart is bitter and tight
It will go up in smoke.
Recall happy moments.
The ice and snow are melting.
Flowing in my mind
Dilute the sadness of parting
Only that inexplicable feeling is left.
Silk thread wound on the piano
Play the blessing words
Face the bright starry night bravely
Can't release the nostalgia in my heart.
Condensed in the cold of Wu Ye.
The cold light jumped in the dark.
The bright moon in the calm sky
Rise to the top of the rainbow
Watching us graduate silently.
Will you burst into tears?
Watching the years flow through your fingers
We are all speechless.
Will it rain or shine?
I have cried my eyes red.
Wait until many years later.
You will appear in your dreams.
Will it be a happy smile?
Chew with memories
The sky will be full of thoughts.
The fourth graduation song author: cicada drinks clear dew
Every morning
We walked into the school gate against the rising sun.
Cheerful laughter filled the campus.
We study hard in class.
Feel the profoundness of China culture.
Appreciate science and master skills
We also learned how to be human.
Achievements and progress are chalk dust.
The teacher added another wrinkle to his forehead.
this morning
We will walk out of the gate of our alma mater.
Six years passed in a hurry.
Colorful scroll-like route
Carved on the road of growth
Full of beautiful expectations
Run towards the ideal and embrace success.
Friendship is precious.
Innocence that will never be forgotten in the depths of time.
Chapter 5 Poetry of Graduation and Parting The sunshine in June reflects our blushing faces.
There is thick ink on inferior red paper.
The computer screen reflects blue light,
The single page of the grade was lengthened.
Those shocking numbers,
Like snake bile,
Bitter and poisonous,
Fall on the apex of the heart.
Next year,
I'm just like them,
Looking up at high school and overlooking junior high school,
Standing on the middle school dividing line,
Wandering in confusion,
I don't know where to go.
The journey is always so long,
There are too many hardships on the journey.
I lost my way in the early morning mist,
I don't know if it's front or back.
The first morning sun shone on my face,
What I saw was the scene of the test paper flying around.
The pungent smell of ink and oil stung the nasal cavity.
Buried in the test paper to find the direction of dream high school.
Their faces were flushed with the scorching sun,
Even the eyes are red and swollen like salt.
I watched them standing on the playground,
Whether you are happy or sad,
The smiling face of youthful sunshine is fixed in the camera.
I may be like them next year,
Laugh and laugh and cry,
Waiting for the past,
For today's parting,
But also for the future ups and downs.
I will graduate next year,
Wave to this campus,
Then turn around and leave,
Happy or sad. ?