Alma mater, you are like a blue sky,
We are like birds in the blue sky.
At some point,
You'll let us live our lives
Fly on the road.
Alma mater, you are like a queen bee,
We are like bees in the bee family.
We're going to fly out of the hive and open up a new road.
You block the door with your body,
But in the end, you let us
Break into a new world.
Alma mater, you are like a fruit tree.
We are like apples on a fruit tree.
When we were picked by the gardener,
You always hold on to us,
But you will think, "One day we will leave you."
Let's travel freely in the new world.
Alma mater, you are like a bright moon,
We are like the stars around you.
When we are far away from you,
You always want to call us back.
But we ran farther and farther.
Until you can't see,
You will secretly cheer for us!
Alma mater, my dear alma mater,
This year is your centenary birthday.
He is also a student in our experimental primary school.
Proud days.
Here, I want to say to you:
"Alma Mater, I love you!"
The following prose poem is also good, for reference only:
I have love.
what is love ?
It is the sunset at dusk and the light of the morning glow; That is a humming poem, that is a playing guitar; It is tears that slide down your cheeks, and long hair that dances with the wind; It is an unspeakable metaphor and an indescribable description.
My love-alma mater.
The bloody sunset hangs on the horizon, which is the poem of my alma mater; The glory of the morning glow spreads all over the earth, which is the vitality of the alma mater; Guitar plays a beautiful melody, which is the gentleness of the alma mater; Long hair is fluttering, which is the charm of my alma mater.
Alma mater, she gave it to me, ordinary but magical. Here, I read Li Qingzhao's "Indus drizzle, little by little at dusk", Liu Yong's "Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, but I am speechless" and Li Yu's "Cutting constantly, reasoning is still chaotic". That kind of sad and painful feeling makes me seem to see the persistence and waiting for love in countless sad tears. Flowers bloom and fall until we burst into tears.
Here, I feel the "why linger at the fork in the road, children * * * touch towels", Wei's "Similarly, because of our great love, there is a waterline on our face" and Gao Shi's "Mochow has no confidant before, and everyone knows you". It is the parting of friendship, the oath of parting, which touches countless ties in the depths of the soul and makes countless ancients care for a long time.
I want to hold on to it tightly. This firm power, like a beautiful flower, will remain in my hands forever.
Alma mater. Me, nostalgia.
You are a ballad, pure and simple, innocent and lovely, singing a young story and leaving me happy memories.
You are a bunch of orchids, beautiful and graceful, with an empty aftertaste and a fragrant smell, which gives me joy all my life.
You are a clear lake, clear and sweet, without carving, crystal clear and bright, reflecting on my light blue sky.
Look at the sky, clouds are rolling and clouds are comfortable. That's a flower that God can't pick in time.
-To my alma mater, my love.