Touching reading draft for graduation season 1 female: finally, the last exam of the college entrance examination is over. Rushing out of school surrounded by parents, do you still remember that summer? 20xx June 8th.
M: Finally, the voice phone reported the final total score. On that morning, because of that good grade, my parents were all smiles. Do you remember that summer? 20xx June 23rd.
Woman: I finally got the admission notice, which impressively says Fuzhou University. Do you remember that summer? July 2, 20051day.
Man: Finally, I stepped into the long-awaited Duff, with a big bag in my hand. Do you remember that summer? September 2005 17.
W: Next, for the first time in all universities.
M: The first time I took a book to help my roommate occupy a seat;
Female: It's my first time to ride a five-dollar motorcycle;
M: It's the first time to buy a black car in Yang Xia Xincun.
Woman: It's the first time to go back to China from Yonghui Supermarket with everyone.
M: This is the first time I have experienced such a large-scale recruitment activity.
Woman: The first time I received a long-distance call from home, I said to myself, don't cry, but the tears have already reached my eyes.
Male: In September 2005, military training arrived first.
Woman: I seem to have forgotten those scorching sun.
M: I don't seem to remember the smell of sweat;
Woman: After this year, all I can remember is the sound of the instructor breaking gongs.
Man: After this year, all I can think of is loud military songs. Unity is strength? .
W: Then, I finally have my own computer, my own ip, and more and more ftp resources.
M: However, it seems that I gradually forgot my promise to my parents, downloaded several TV dramas and installed Warcraft.
W: Then Grade Four came quietly.
M: I haven't turned over the vocabulary manual, and I haven't done any real questions over the years, so I can only take CET-4 naked.
W: In the second semester of my sophomore year, the topic of specialization began to spread. It occurred to me for the first time? Separate?
M: From now on, does it mean that we can never sit at the back of the classroom and watch beautiful women together?
W: From now on, does that mean that you can't study the distance between the classroom and the dormitory with your roommates when choosing courses?
From now on, does it mean that four people can't use a reference book anymore?
In September 2007, I walked to the door of my junior year with an old sigh.
W: The regular meeting of the student union has been deleted from my schedule forever, and no matter how lively the student activities are, they can't stir up any waves in my life.
M: I seem to have forgotten how keen I am to wave the flag for my club in the third district square.
Female: In September 2008, I bid farewell to the old year and welcomed the new year.
M: In the end, I became the boss of undergraduates.
W: But those who hesitate, those who are sentimental, those who hesitate, have gradually become young and frivolous.
Like a wild goose crossing the sky, I suddenly left a sigh.
Then. . .
M: There is a stack of postgraduate entrance examination materials on the desk.
W: There are some company profiles in the computer.
M: Channel Talent Network has also become the home page of IE.
W: Let's pass Band 4 and Band 6 first.
M: Take the postgraduate entrance examination first, and then worry about the work.
W: Let's go to Xiamen and confirm the internship unit.
M: It's just decided things always change periodically.
Woman: I'm still at a loss about the choice;
M: I am still very uncertain about the future.
W: I used to think the world was beautiful and my wish would come true.
M: However, until one resume after another, it all sank into the sea.
W: I didn't know the result until every letter I received was opened.
M: I is the only one left in the postgraduate entrance examination alliance.
W: I finally know that not everyone in this world can get what they want.
Woman: In July 2009, I graduated, I graduated, and (together) we graduated! !
W: Everything that has happened, is happening and hasn't happened will become the past.
M: There are parties and farewells on campus every summer, but this year it's our turn. Four years later, what is noisy here is actually a farewell party.
W: Yes, it's June. All the good things are over. Looking back on yesterday, the lush years are scattered all over the place, just like today, our youth will also end.
Man: Yes, it's June. We can keep our memories, but we can't keep our time. We can't see each other, but we can see parting. We once said that we should leave calmly and smartly, but our emotions are like thick ink dripping on paper, which can't be suppressed.
W: Now, everything has happened, and nothing seems to have happened yet.
Man: I'm twenty-three. I just turned around, but everything seems to have gone.
W: Maybe in the future, I will never live in a place called Fu College Student Apartment again.
M: Maybe in the future, I will never give you a phone number starting with 8742 again.
W: Maybe in the future, I'll never get an email from No.2 Xueyuan Road again.
W: Maybe, we can only stop here.
Maybe we have to leave.
M: If possible, I will have another fierce battle with my roommates tonight. After today, no one will argue with you that bask in the quilt will help you collect your clothes, and no six people will use the same key to open the same DOTA.
W: If possible, go for a walk with him on the Fang Jing Bridge again tonight. The breeze is blowing, and the watery night is very gentle. This may be the last love with him.
M: If I can, I really want to study in the East Building again. All-night lights and stalls in the front row.
Graduation season 2 touching reading manuscript today, we are about to graduate, standing here, the tide is surging.
This is not graduation, but the beginning of our struggle;
How sad we are today, how sad we are,
This is not parting, we will come back again.
More is endless gratitude and gratitude.
Thank God for choosing us,
We are so lucky that we have embarked on the road to knowledge.
Dear teacher, thank you for being like a loving mother.
Bring us warmth and care,
Give us the courage to persist in the long journey;
Thanks to the temple managers and the godmothers who are unknown and conscientious,
Inject those pious Nie Tie and hard sweat.
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That year, when I walked into the campus,
Simple houses, abandoned courtyards,
Suddenly broke my dream when I was young,
Lost, sad,
Layer upon layer makes my heart cool
Cabbage and potatoes are hard to swallow.
Keywords acclimatization, mosquito bite,
How many grievances, how many homesickness,
Suddenly turned into tears, gurgling, line by line.
Young, arrogant,
Rebellion, resistance,
Conflicts and quarrels with teachers,
And boring pranks
Trying to escape,
I want to stay,
A handful of clear water washes away the soul.
The Koran is melodious and infiltrates the heart.
Bow down, fear, tears,
Lord!
Only your guidance is my greatest happiness.
Lord!
Only your happiness is my lifelong yearning.
Put on your robe, put on your turban,
Walking in the winding pavilion, kneeling in the solemn chapel.
Chanting, ringing by the tree in the morning.
Dot ink, record writing, and send out the fragrance of true knowledge.
From then on, my heart was full of faith, and I began to set sail;
The sacred road of ancestors is dotted all over the sky.
Shine on my heart, and I become strong in following.
Fasting, night worship,
Help the kitchen, clean up,
We live and grow together,
I still remember the season when I first left my parents.
I met you who handed me the warm water soup bottle.
How grateful and moved,
A shallow smile.
Treasured in my memory forever;
Remember the sweet day of the first Ramadan,
Chewing the smell of home,
Teacher, aunt, make us good food.
Savor carefully and have a long aftertaste.
Teacher, you are like our family.
Campus, you are my second hometown.
I still remember the first time I opened the Mo Xiang textbook.
Write your name on the title page,
My heart flies to the temple of faith.
I still remember the first time the teacher asked questions.
Stand up in horror, nervous, shy, shy,
The teachings of the Koran are deeply engraved in my mind.
Remember that the water in the dam pond dried up that year.
Strong thirst, abnormal anxiety,
Remember, we pray and hope together,
Lord! Please put the shower down quickly.
Thunder rumbled, rain poured down,
And we just want to stand quietly in the rain for a long time.
Let the tears of gratitude flow freely.
The noble messenger said in the hadith:
If you don't thank the minority, you won't thank the majority;
People who don't thank others will not thank Allah!
Let's say with gratitude: praise the Lord!
We say affectionately: take care, teacher!
Warm wind and spring
Printed on the winding wood grain of the desk.
Teachers' hard pen tips,
Open up the road of life belief.
Today, you may cry,
But that's not sadness, that's a farewell song;
Today, we broke up,
But it's not lost. This is eternal wealth.
Let's go. It's just time.
Proximity, the only belief,
It is engraved with beautiful lines.
We have a future,
Since then, I have taken the same steps.
Spread the true light of faith.
We have dreams,
With the teacher's deep trust,
Continue the long struggle.
The past is vague,
Years are long.
Sisters who are about to wave goodbye,
The leaving campus.
Let's do it again,
Spread out slowly,
This enlightening book,
Listen carefully,
Tears immediately spilled all over the clothes.
This shapes the rhythm of the soul.
Understand the forgotten past around you,
Feel the ambiguity of the traces left by the years. & lt Lotus Hill Stadium ~ Sketch >
Xiao, when you write these two words,
It's like opening an old photo album
Dawn and dusk, bright or dark,
Or noisy or deserted day and night.
Looking through them one by one,
Relive it bit by bit,
Let the memory gradually infiltrate the teacher and our eyes.
Goodbye!
A school,
This is only a short separation,
Because we still have a long way to go,
Although I am far away,
But our hearts are together,
Go on,
Teacher,
Your teachings will still ring in my ears,
Praise God and thank the teacher.
Thanks to the school.
The best place to grow up in our life!
Graduation season touching reading draft 3 male 1: If we are flowers, our alma mater is a beautiful garden; (plus gestures)
Female 1: If we were fish, our alma mater would be a vast bay.
If we are eagles, our alma mater is the lofty blue sky.
Man 2: What a beautiful season, colorful and full of fragrance.
Woman 2: At this moment, we should cherish each other with our alma mater.
Male 1: Open the calendar, stare at September 2009, and step into Golden Primary School.
(All): In September 2009, I entered Golden Primary School.
Male 1, female 1, male 2, female 2 (merge and meet): Thank you for letting us meet.
(Together): Thank you for meeting us! (looking at each other)
Male 1, Male 2: Who led us into the palace of human civilization?
Female 1, female 2: Who holds up our hope for progress?
(together):
Is our teacher, our honorable guide.
You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle;
You are not a writer, but you make the chapter of life last forever.
You are not a sculptor, but you have shaped our souls.
You are not a painter, but you have drawn the most beautiful pictures for us.
Thank you, dear teacher! Thank you, dear teacher!
M 1: We will always remember that your careful words made me feel like a spring breeze.
Female 1: We will always remember that your kind eyes made me feel warm.
Man 2: Your warm smile makes me braver.
Woman 2: You gave me a strong hand to help me move forward.
We will always remember your teachings.
We will fly higher and higher in the knowledge sky!
Call you again: teacher and mother!
Male 1, Male 2: There is a passion, just like classmates and teenagers, (repeat: classmates and teenagers)
Female 1, female 2: There is a kind of friendship called holding hands; (Repeat: hand in hand)
Male 1, male 2: There is a kind of commitment, which is called helping each other in the same boat; (Repeat: in the same boat * * *)
Female 1, female 2: There is a kind of happiness called drinking ethylene glycol. (Repeat: if you drink ethylene glycol)
(Together): Thank you! (handle)
I can't forget that at the art festival, we appreciate the beauty of art with our heart.
I can't forget that we worked hard to forge the honor of our class in the fiery sports meeting.
I can't forget our laughter at the charity sale.
I can't forget the collision of our intellectual sparks at Science and Technology Week.
We shed tears, but we laughed all the way. We stepped on thorns, but we smelled the flowers of Wan Li. Six years of happiness, we are not passers-by, we will always be together! We will be together forever!
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