Poetry recitation for the graduating class of primary school 1 The teacher wrote several striking Chinese characters on the blackboard, counting down to 12 days.
How long can we be together? I really dare not think about our graduation. They say don't cry after graduation, but how many people can do it?
Remember,
We have snowball fights with our teachers in winter.
Physical education class, where we went together, I don't know why we had such a good time.
We discuss all kinds of who likes who,
Let's have a party together.
We got good results in the sports meeting.
We give nicknames to teachers in all subjects.
Those we gave to our classmates? 2B？ Nickname.
The cheats we play and the notes we write are sometimes picked up by the students on duty, and then different endings occur.
We made the blackboard newspaper together.
The school uniform we rejected together.
We complained about too much homework together.
We are crazy, noisy, crying and laughing together.
we
How long can we be together?
Someone asked me, is it not good for us to wear school uniforms every day? Do you like to wear school uniforms? I said:? When I know I can't wear her now, I will like to wear it. ?
Our school, flowers and plants, our classroom and our class are unforgettable memories.
The most handsome boy, the most beautiful girl, the funniest classmate, the fattest, shortest, whitest and blackest in our monitor?
I still remember when we first entered school, we were all ignorant young children. Girls are timid, cry and tell teachers, while some boys do.
I'm afraid of girls, but I'm actually afraid of teachers. Do you remember a saying we used to say when we were children? I'm going to tell the teacher about you! ! ! ?
This is perhaps the most powerful sentence at that time.
But now we have lived with our classmates, teachers and alma mater for seven years, which has changed a lot.
It's as if we just walked into the campus yesterday, and we are leaving today. Six years of primary school have gone by like smoke.
Countdown, 12 days.
July, graduation, parting, goodbye.
The wind is very cold tonight.
Suddenly a little cold.
The wind is blowing gently.
Raise your youth.
Have long been forgotten
It's blurred
But it is clear.
The wind is blowing gently.
Blow through the heart
Can't seal the dusty thoughts.
Tears together push the heart down.
The wind is blowing gently.
Blood is cold.
My heart is like ice.
Like the stars in winter
Do you know how cruel you are when you read poetry in the third graduation season of the primary school graduating class? Seven years of friendship, all ruined by you.
An exam, finished, and then, that's it.
On graduation day, cry when you should, laugh when you should, and don't wronged yourself.
School, for the first time, suddenly can't bear to be separated from you like this.
In fact, it's not that I don't like school, but I just don't like learning.
Looking back on the course of six years, are there joys and sorrows?
Students, before you know it, six years of life is over.
I remember,
Some students like to make trouble in class.
Some students like to upload notes in class.
Some disruptive classmates.
Some students who look like Kawaii
Some students who will attract others' attention.
Some students like to bicker with their teachers.
Some students always sleep in class.
Some students always like to whisper to each other at the same table.
Some students always look out of the window.
Some classmates I can't forget.
Some of my beloved classmates.
Will I see you again after graduation?
Is there a chance to get together again after graduation?
Do you still have a chance to have a picnic together after graduation?
After graduation, do you still have a chance to talk about your little secret together?
Is there any chance after graduation?
Graduation, I hate you.
After graduation, you still came to our head.
Unwilling to graduate
Reluctant, alma mater
Reluctant, classmate
Reluctantly, my friend
I can't bear to be apart from you.
Unfortunately, I will leave sooner or later.
Unwilling to graduate
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