Poetry 1 is suitable for graduates to recite. Time flies and passes us by.
Years are like songs, engraved in our hearts.
Remember that old chair under the tree.
It used to support you silently.
Remember that old box in the corner of the classroom?
It once shared your fatigue.
How many infatuated days and nights
How many sleepless nights
How much excitement of victory and failure
How much do I feel alone?
The sun shines on my endless happiness.
Winter has sharpened my strong will.
An unforgettable bitter confidant.
That's your eternal beauty
Can't forget the efforts of * * *
That is our eternal precious memory.
Many yesterdays
Everything is not in the memory, not in the calendar, not in the luggage.
Silence in the sunset today.
So as not to make any noise accidentally.
Tomorrow, I will roll down the steps of the teaching building layer by layer.
The last class is to say goodbye to the teacher.
The last exam is to say goodbye to school.
The final graduation thesis defense is a farewell to students' career.
We will graduate tomorrow.
Six years. Six years is actually like this.
Like a thread-bound book
On sunny or cloudy days.
Soaked by mountain spring water, the neon age is concentrated.
We went through the pages.
Look at Hanwu in Qin Huang.
Look at the pigeons in Guanguan.
Look at the layers of forest.
Brilliant years, six years of elegance.
How many trials and tribulations, how many struggles.
I am about to bid farewell to the tranquility of the ivory tower.
Go to the wider world to travel and fight.
Build a blue dream in the time tunnel
Establish a firm belief in the long river of years
Where is farther than the sea and where is higher than the sky.
Fly your dreams and burn your hopes.
We will graduate tomorrow.
Not all flowers
Can be a pet in spring.
Not all dreams
Is so charming
Fate! It could be the idol.
Youth is a seed that must go up.
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance.
Advance on the road of growth
Blue lightning flashed across the thorny wilderness.
Let's hold the whip of time and catch up with success.
Fly your dreams and burn your hopes.
We will graduate tomorrow.
Six years. Six years is not far away.
The season of staying awake for the fever of lovesickness is not far away.
It is not far away to be intoxicated by the night when Shenzhou VI soars.
Poetry is not far, dreams are not far, and the wind in my hometown is not far.
It was yesterday that was far away.
Thick commemorative album, full of parting locks and lovesickness.
It's childhood that hasn't grown up, and tomorrow that can't sing.
There is helplessness and joy.
I have always been confused and imagined.
I've always been lonely and full.
I have been bored and excited.
Graduation is not a ship returning to Hong Kong, but a sail.
Graduation is not the end of study, but the beginning of a new life.
Before leaving his alma mater
Leave a bright smile and a deep memory.
Bring the best memories of primary school.
March towards a new life journey
Bring the best memories of primary school.
March towards a new life journey
We will graduate tomorrow.
It will be exposed tomorrow.
In the rainy season in the warm south
In the occasional smile.
In the advertisement of recruiting talents in northwest Hainan Island.
Tomorrow is a season.
Outside all seasons, outside yesterday and today.
It will be postmarked and sent to the campus tomorrow.
I hope to get a ticket without a seat number.
Catch the train running on time
Sail to the plains or mountains in the morning sun or late rain.
Drive out of the distant horizon of my hometown
We will graduate tomorrow!
Poem 2 "Say Yes, Don't cry after graduation" suitable for graduates to recite.
Mao Mao rose rain
We have an agreement.
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
It will confuse me.
Once friendship
Over time,
And gradually forget
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let tear drops
Let it last forever.
Hide it in your heart?
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
Will make me feel sorry.
Once intimate
As the distance goes away.
And cease to exist.
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let sadness fill your heart.
Let it last forever.
Hide it in your heart?
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Don't let my tears
Fade at the moment
Poetry suitable for graduates to recite 3? Raise your sails and dream of sailing.
Student 1: I'm used to the ups and downs of curtains, and I always feel that there will be many tomorrow. Student 2: Unexpectedly, this smiling face will make us sad. Teacher 1: I have walked together and never thought about life without you. Teacher 2: Tears and rain are also sunshine, which is a corner of shelter from the wind. When all of us are together, it will become the most beautiful and free and easy.
Student 1: four years, think about growth, but it's so short. The past remains the same, but now it is very heavy.
Or the past four years. Memory is not vague at all, but it is more clearly displayed.
Student 2: Four years is like a movie coming to an end? Play with our happiness and
Sadness recorded our youth and past, and witnessed our friendship and love.
Student 1: the joy of entering school for the first time four years ago,
I couldn't sleep when I first lived in the dormitory.
I told you the first time I stepped onto the campaign platform of the student union. Please believe that I will do well.
Working all night for the first time for the next day's game.
Student 2: I rushed to the stage for the first time and showed myself to my heart's content.
The first time I heard applause and got flowers, the first time I celebrated late and even went to the dormitory.
For the first time, I earned money with my own sweat and hard work.
Student 1: There are too many firsts in four years. Every time it happens, it changes, every time.
They all work hard and get excited for a long time after each finish.
Student 2: Now, all the firsts have become the past, and many things have become habits.
Many memories become eternal, and many beautiful things are frozen.
Student 1: Habits, so we have so many habits.
Accustomed to walking on the road of learning forest easily, two or three students talked and laughed; When I am used to being sleepy in the dormitory at noon, my roommates make a hullabaloo about asking everyone to go to class;
It is customary to climb mountains together on weekends to see who can climb faster and farther.
Student 2: When I can't listen in class, I am used to quietly taking out my mobile phone and browsing my classmates.
The state of;
It is customary to regard electromechanical lights as festivals, and the tension for several months is only to show off the glory of achievements during the competition;
I am used to complaining about the bitter and incomprehensible electromagnetic field and studying late with a book in my hand.
Teacher 1: Habits, so we have so many habits.
When I first entered the office in the morning, I was used to having my classmates come to ask for leave, and I was used to having a phone call from my classmates at noon. Accustomed to the short messages sent during the holiday season, it instantly fills the inbox of the mobile phone;
Teacher 2: I'm used to what you said and the noise before the regular meeting.
Accustomed students go out to play until the end, one after another after the postgraduate entrance examination;
I'm used to you telling us the difficulties and troubles in life.
Accustomed to answering questions, accustomed to the heart, accustomed to our work closely around you.
Student: When these habits begin to announce their end in the form of countdown,
What time? Goodbye? And then what? See you later. Will come out of our mouths, from now on, we have new habits, used to memory, used to memory.
Student 1: Recalling the fresh, pure and green freshman in East School,
Recalling the H 1N 1 that we met together that year, the maddening school closed, and unfortunately missed the military training;
Recall that once curious, homesick cry;
Memories of meeting friends, a dish of peanuts, two bottles of beer, drunk as drunk as a fiddler.
Student 2: I remember shouting crazy English together at the lotus pond after self-study in the evening.
Recall that several students stood nervously at the door to discuss the strategy of occupying seats before the math class in senior three, and recall the square quilt that we never folded and the bright floor that we never dragged after leaving East School.
Think back to the rows of thermos bottles in front of the water room, all of which are written with that funny sentence? Throw a pot and hang it all the way? .
Teacher 1: I recall your confusion when you first entered the university campus and your desire to run for student cadres.
The desire to exercise,
Recalling every regular meeting in front of the Youth Square, you buried yourself in your study during the collective evening study.
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