On a certain day
When we open a book,
I began to immerse myself in its beauty.
Do you think that one day we will read the last page?
When noisy cicadas used to lower their voices.
When the once lively birds stood quietly in the treetops.
At this moment, I suddenly realized.
There is an emotion in the air.
The campus is full of a breath.
It turns out that this hot season
Destined to leave.
Looking back on the year I entered school, I stumbled.
Recalling the first class, I burst into tears.
In the past six years, it was the teacher who wiped away the tears of homesickness for us.
It is the school that trains us from young and ignorant children to knowledgeable teenagers.
In retrospect, we should thank our teachers.
They stay with us, get up early and get greedy for the dark, and go back to Dai Yue at night.
They are satisfied with our progress,
They are worried about our troubles,
They dream of our dreams.
Whether we are successful or ordinary in our future career,
We will never forget to be grateful and repay our teachers.
Because in the world of thought, it is the teacher who teaches us to stand;
In the world of science and culture, it is teachers who teach us to walk and run.
We want to thank our school.
Six years, more than two thousand days,
We are here together through thick and thin, enjoying the rain and dew.
Here,
Have our most precious memories,
With our closest friends,
Have our most unforgettable study career.
Say goodbye to your alma mater,
No, those bags are heavy,
But the sadness of parting;
No longer strolling along the tree-lined paths on campus,
No more birds singing in the bushes,
I can no longer discuss the philosophy of life with my teacher.
I can't talk about life and ideals with my classmates anymore.
Maybe we are a little sad, but we are not disappointed.
Because the infinite future is about to begin now,
Tomorrow, we will gradually realize the taste of growing up.
This shows an honor and reminds us of a responsibility.
This responsibility is that we should learn to love,
Love our family, our teachers and friends,
Love this society and the great motherland,
Love the endless Chinese nation and the land of Kyushu.
Although we are a little sad, we will never be disappointed.
Because it was our honor to educate students yesterday,
Tomorrow we will be the pride of education.
Today we are a wisp of fragrance in Yucai Garden.
Tomorrow we will be the steel backbone of the Republic of China!
Say goodbye to the familiar school,
Elephant children always leave their mother's arms,
The gate of junior high school is waving to us,
But there was a tearful smile on his face.
On the occasion of parting, please accept our most solemn team gift, like an overseas five-star red flag.
When you leave, please accept a bunch of flowers from us to show our love for our roots.
Goodbye, dear teacher, although we want to listen to your inculcation again.
Goodbye, lively alumni, although we really want to enjoy another happy ten minutes during recess;
Goodbye, dear classroom, although we really want to have another wonderful discussion and think about a bright future.
Modern poem 2 of Alma Mater: The green sunflower garden thrives, which is the desire of young seedlings for big trees;
Color zone, rich and colorful, that is our singing of childhood;
Songhu morning star, a little starry sky, that is our intelligent imagination;
Songhu young eagle, flying high, that is what our alma mater expects of us;
Baihua Valley is full of flowers, which is the blessing of our alma mater.
Today, I will leave you, my alma mater.
My wonderful childhood will end here. ...
You not only give me the pleasure of acquiring knowledge,
You also let us learn to be brave and strong, and let us become modest gentlemen.
The modern poem 3 of my alma mater is here.
There are first-class teachers
Energetic students.
here
Have our most precious memories.
Have our most unforgettable primary school life.
There are our closest friends.
In this beautiful campus
Have a bond of friendship
There are joys and sorrows.
But more is the style of sweat washing.
I will love you forever.
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 then 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
Alma mater, you nurtured the future of the motherland,
Alma mater, you educated the next generation,
Alma mater, you let me learn knowledge,
You let me know the fun of learning.
I'm like a little flower that just bloomed.
You gave me soil,
You gave me clean water,
I grew up in your arms,
I study in your arms,
You let me know what I should do,
You won't let me grow up idle,
You let me know the mystery of the world,
Thank you, my alma mater.
You made me a lost bird,
Found my partner again, found my home,
Ah, my alma mater thanks you again.
You let me know the importance of learning,
You gave me a learning environment,
My alma mater, I am about to leave,
You will be buried in my heart forever.
Ah! my mother school
Alma mater Modern Poetry 4 Alma mater, you have lost my memory.
The dormitory where I slept.
Has disappeared.
Those high-spirited dreams
Have quietly passed away with time.
I smoked cigarette butts that year.
The advertisement I posted that year
I picked up my junior in those days.
Where have they all gone
Leave me alone in the wind.
Alma mater, you lost my memory.
Alma mater, you lost my memory.
Where should I rest my tired feet?
Where should I find the way to pursue my dreams?
Where should I touch on a lonely night?
Where should I say hello every morning?
Where should I recite this poem?
Where should I banish my hope?
Where should I laugh hysterically?
Where should I secretly cry?
Alma mater, you lost my memory.
Alma mater, you lost my memory.
The school gate moved forward by n meters.
Even the classroom where I study.
Also mottled in the winter sun.
My brothers and sisters.
They are all going through hardships.
With a beautiful heart.
Mei Mei and * * * are grateful to their alma mater.
Alma mater, you lost my memory.
Alma mater, you lost my memory.
I dare not stay in the beautiful new campus.
I'm afraid there's nothing I can do
Go back to your warm arms
I dare not look back at the teacher's eyes.
I'm afraid I'll live up to your earnest trust.
I dare not revisit those familiar venues.
Fear of things being changed.
Let me burst into tears in an instant
Alma mater, you lost my memory.
Alma Mater's 5 Modern Poems: Alma Mater
Six years is like a day,
It was gone in the blink of an eye.
After six years together,
Deepen our friendship.
Six years is inseparable.
This is especially true for half a year.
Six months later,
It was separated,
Can't be calm.
Six years of friendship,
Six years of love between teachers and students,
So it's over?
Teacher, for four years, you taught me carefully.
Let's thrive!
Teacher, four years, perfect joke,
At this time, we also gave birth to feelings.
Teacher, if I leave my alma mater,
I often come to see you!
Teacher, your acquaintance with me is an indissoluble bond between us.
The modern poem of "Alma Mater" is frosty, and the makeup is covered with moss.
Long-lost alma mater
I came back today.
I set foot on the clouds of Peihuifeng Mountain.
A bright moon on the stone bridge
Gently, shake off the dust on the sleeves.
I stood quietly in front of the rows of camphor trees that filed in.
I quietly fantasized about the Xinhua Building in those days.
And my teacher at the earthworm cultivation Confucius temple.
Two girls chased the flowers into the lawn together.
At this time, a warm current around the chest.
There is a warm wind blowing there.
Unfamiliar but familiar faces
I can't help it. My eyes are wet.
A long journey that has been wet for you for many years.
My alma mater is haunted by dreams.
I prostrated myself in the sunshine where the red flag fluttered.
I present a bouquet of lilies full of piety.
Let a clear tear fall in the song of the east wind and rain.
Slowly, dripping on the green land.
This is my daughter from a long trip.
I am full of nostalgia and gratitude for my old alma mater.
So clear, so soft.
This makes me have mixed feelings.
A faint inexplicable pain.
Wandering in my veins
For who? Teacher! Stop dreaming, you are covered with frost.
Your students who are far away from you, your daughters who are sailing, are full of infinite excitement today.
I deeply salute you! Thank you, my teacher.
Students, we meet again.
I got inspiration for the future from here.
With deep feelings for the motherland and the people
Read Disciples Rules together and walk into the ivory towers of human nature.
Fireflies dispersed the smoke.
Feng Dan dyed the Phoenix Mountain red.
The swing beside the playground is covered with snow.
The cicada has broken into a butterfly.
The rising sun broke through the clouds from the mountain and rose in Ran Ran.
We each took our own bags.
Step into the sun and embark on a journey
Looking back, I counted once.
Sorrow, joy and decline, full moon and lack of moon
However, the motto of a book is fragrant and eternal, and it is practical on the road of life.
Fengshan is green, plum water flows, Confucius Temple is high, and dreams are lingering.
Today, I reunited with my long-lost classmate.
There are thousands of words.
There are countless feelings that need to be poured out slowly.
However, I was speechless.
Several autumn rains washed China.
The story of ice chrysanthemum, the years are heavy.
We came back today.
We stood in awe in front of Xinhua Building.
We admire our alma mater, your style.
Let's take a look at Meijiang.
* * * Greening the campus with irrigation.
Cultivate Li Peitao, link the past with the future, and let go of the soul.
Seven modern poems dedicated to my alma mater
here
There are first-class teachers
Full of vigor and vitality
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 world.
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.
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
Modern Poetry of Alma Mater 8 (1)
It is said that it is the sadness of heavy summer.
It is said that it is the acacia of Ningyuanyun.
If someone asks me what I'm worried about,
I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name,
It is said that it is the sadness of heavy summer.
It is said that it is the acacia of Ningyuanyun.
-Dai Wangshu
( 1)
My dear alma mater,
Today, I will graduate and leave you four years later;
Tonight, the boat is rocking like a crescent moon, and the willow is blowing in the evening breeze, and all is silent.
(3)
My dear alma mater,
Silence is right.
Youth is a quiet ideal tree,
Do not strive for spring, do not seize the rain and dew.
Those sweet whispers of the past,
In the warm wind, the slightly bitter earth fragrance is pressed down,
At dusk, the people behind came back in twos and threes.
Youth is a trembling huqin, with a weak voice and long feelings.
My dear alma mater,
Silence is right.
Youth is a season of illness,
Otherwise, people will not find the cruelty and longing of youth difficult.
Years of innocent faces,
The shy confession under the rose gallery,
Boys on the sports field are like the gasps of beating drums.
Youth is My Sweetie's diary, full of secrets.
(4)
My dear alma mater,
It's good to be together.
When the fleeting time washes away yesterday's youth,
When the breeze blows the flowers of dreams,
We walked into this beautiful campus hand in hand.
1,500 days and nights,
Four years, fantastic age,
We used to be comrades fighting side by side,
Alma mater is the battlefield of our youth!
(5)
Remember?
Four years is a long way;
Four years, what a long poem.
(6)
This classmate said:
Freshman is the spicy taste of beef in commercial street.
Sophomore is a response to the love song told by lovers on lover's slope and the sound of grapefruit blooming beside volleyball court.
Junior year is the sound of turning pages in the library.
Senior three is the endless confusion of entering the society.
The teacher said:
Freshman is a pale and dark path next to the teaching building.
Sometimes bright, sometimes gloomy, a string of gardenias swaying in the sky;
Sophomore is a dazzling and burning wooden chair in Ximen Square.
Cold or hot or cold or crowded with people chatting;
In my junior year, the multi-function hall was full of wonderful and long echoes from students;
The third year of high school is the crying sound when the sun receives all its afterglow.
I said,
Freshman is the ignorance and yearning on our faces on the day of school.
Sophomore is the preparation for self-study in the study room at night.
When I was a junior, I walked past the door of the sophomore classroom and sighed.
In my senior year, there were 7788 postgraduate entrance examination books and company profiles on my desk.
(7)
My dear alma mater,
Parting is good.
Blue or not,
Whether the days pass slowly.
After all, June of 20 13 came as scheduled.
The days of great happiness are gone forever.
At this point, it is time to say goodbye.
I gently closed the door and bid farewell to the empty dormitory;