I love my class,
Love its spaciousness, love its brightness,
Love his generosity and tolerance more.
I love my class,
I have gained knowledge and education here,
Here, I learned how to look at life.
I love my class,
Because it brings me a lot of happiness.
I love my class,
It gave me the purpose of my life,
Let my future be full of fighting spirit and confidence,
I like this lovely and talented class,
Because it has given me countless intimate friends,
How many joys and sorrows have condensed me.
Classes in memory
Full of fantasy
Fantasize about spending time with you.
The sky is so blue.
White clouds are so natural and unrestrained
The sun is so bright.
Birds sing so sweetly.
The grass is so bright and green.
As gentle as a breeze.
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Fantasy is fantasy after all.
In front of us
But you were with her.
. .
The sky is still blue.
White clouds are still natural and unrestrained.
The sun is still shining.
Birds are still sweet.
The grass is still bright green.
The breeze is still soft.
But not for you and me.
In your explanation,
Ruthlessly added a noise.
closing ceremony
Silent pain
Lost happiness
Unwilling to leave that painful class.
There is no ending. .
at present
Is it still lingering?
Does it still hurt?
Still hurting people?
Still helpless?
I will never forget it.
No laughter
Not yours. ..
I didn't find any ancient poems about praising the class, but here are some dialogue words. Let's collect some here:
We add luster to "home"
Flag, line up
Man: The blue sky is the home of geese.
W: The green pine forest is the hometown of mushrooms.
Man: This river is home to tadpoles.
W: The vast pasture is the home of cattle and sheep.
Together: The spacious and bright classroom is our home.
M: This home has snow-white walls, clean floors, bright windows and neat tables and chairs.
Woman: This family consists of you, me and him.
Man: It's up to you, and I'll dress up with him.
He: This home is our school and our class.
Musical: The Man in Class Five is adapted from Northeastern, which embodies the class's collectivity, mutual assistance, unity and friendship.
Woman: This is our classmate in Class Five. When others are in trouble, you can lend a helping hand and stand up when others need help.
In order to help students from poor families, our class set up a donation box. In order to help students with learning difficulties, we launched the Belt and Road Initiative.
W: Every student in Class Five has a heart. Every student in Class Five is surrounded by a bag of love.
Man: You see, our little reciter can't help but want to sing a hymn to our class with his own recitation.
Please enjoy * * *' s poem "Sing Our Class Style" below.
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An impassioned poem expresses our infinite love for the class.
W: Our love is warm and affectionate.
M: The class collective construction depends on each of our classmates. Let's show our love and inspire our wisdom.
Woman: Let our love come to you at the first time.
Next, please enjoy the singer * * *' s song (3) The First Time.
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Woman: It's really good. A class needs everyone's love, patience and tolerance.
Man: Ah, tolerance?
W: Do you still doubt it?
Man: Hum (scratching his head and smirking)
W: OK, let's look at a sketch actor.
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Woman: Now you believe it!
Yes, I like it.
W: Our classmates in Class A are not only caring, but also smart.
M: Of course, some students have two heads. Haha, strange, you will understand after watching the following (5) cross talk.
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W: That would be great. You can go to the Spring Festival Gala in 2009. Our classmates in Class Five A are really something.
M: But I think it's best for a class to have its own characteristics, so as to become an excellent class.
W: Certainly. Our Class Five is a very distinctive class. What do you say, classmates?
Class: Yes.
Let's take a look at the special performance of our class.
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* * *, * *, introduce yourself (6) Allegro.
Man: Our Class Five A not only speaks fast.
W: Yue Opera is also very good. Do not believe you listen to * * * and other (7) Yue Opera.
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M: It's really beautiful. You are from Zhejiang.
Woman: Our Class A knows not only the Shaoxing Opera in Zhejiang, but also the traditional kung fu in China-Wushu!
M: Next, please enjoy the martial arts performance. The performers are * * * * *.
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M: The students in our class are heroic and spirited.
W: These military commanders won many honors for our class in the sports meeting. We should thank them.
In the past five years, our class has won various honors, which is the result of our joint efforts.
M: In the next time, we need to make persistent efforts to build our Class 5 into a better class.
Read aloud with music.
Close:
Let's face tomorrow with a smile.
Man: Let's end this squadron activity with a song.
The whole class "sings and laughs"
Speech by squadron counselor
3. How to describe class, beautiful sentence 1. Life is like a bunch of flowers, you can only see its beauty if you watch it carefully; Life is like a cup of green tea. Only by savoring it carefully can we enjoy the real taste.
We should learn philosophy of life from failure, success and life. 2. Life is a blooming flower, beautiful, stretching and colorful; Life is a beautiful poem, fresh and smooth, with a long meaning; Life is wonderful music, with harmonious melody and melodious melody; Life is a flowing river, running endlessly and rolling forward.
3. Life is like a flower, colorful; Life is like a song, beautiful; Life is like wine, mellow; Life is like a poem, with profound artistic conception and colorful. 4. Life is a wise elder and life is a learned teacher. It often turns the spring breeze into rain, silently moistens everything, points out the direction for us and enlightens our lives. 5. The beauty of life is always displayed in her enterprising spirit; Just like the beauty of a big tree, it is displayed in its vigorous vitality. The beauty like an eagle is manifested in its soaring like the soul of heaven; Just like the beauty of a river, it is displayed in its turbulent rapids.
6. Life is beautiful and short. Some people are lonely, some people are colorful, and different people have different life pursuits; Life is a one-way street with no return journey, and everyone uses all his time to move forward.
7. Life is to face the reality with a smile and look at the future over obstacles; Life is to cut green branches on the road of life with scissors of the mind; In the face of confusion or darkness, life is like a bright and smiling lantern, illuminating the depths of the soul. 8. Life is like a mountain. What matters is not its height, but its beauty. Life is like a rain, what matters is not its size, but its timeliness.
9. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling brilliance, a mellow but not greasy voice, a calmness that doesn't need to look at other people's faces and colors, an atmosphere that eventually no longer attracts the surrounding, a smile that ignores the hustle and bustle, an extreme indifference that washes away, a thickness that doesn't need to be told, and a height that is not steep. 10. Life is like a book, with many wonderful details and few boring words; Life is like a song, with more high-spirited melodies and less sad notes; Life is like a painting, with more bright colors and less gloomy tones.
1 1. Life is a big encyclopedia, covering everything; Life is a lyre, playing multiple beautiful melodies: life is a flying horse clock, well wound, people will get a concentrated life. 12. The road of life is long and colorful, just like sailing on the sea on the horizon, sometimes it is calm; But sometimes there are storms and it is difficult to drive.
But as long as the lighthouse in our hearts is not extinguished, we can continue to sail along our own route. The road of life is long and colorful: I learned to laugh in the sun, and I learned to be strong in the clouds; I cling to hope in the gale, and I cling to ideal in the rainstorm; When I stood at the midpoint and looked back, I walked out of a life path that belonged to me.
13. The power of support is enormous, the process of support is difficult, and the result of support is silent. Only by grasping the "triangle" of life can we support our brilliant life.
14. The towering trees stand tall and lush, supported by triangles composed of roots and stems deeply rooted in the earth. So, when the root dies, the tree withers.
15. Lingyun's tall building is magnificent and impressive, precisely because it comes from the silent support of the triangle composed of solid cornerstones. Therefore, foundations are dangerous.
16. Strong columns support the bridge that will not fall for a hundred years, and tough rails support the roaring train. Because they all benefit from the support of the triangular structure.
17. The spirit of light is colorful, red, orange, red, green, blue and purple, which is the pride given to it by Yangchun and the elegance given to it by March. The dew on the petals reflects the softness of the whole world. I shook it down and held it in my palm, dissolved it into a beautiful face between my fingers and condensed it into an immortal memory. 18 the wild rose is in bloom again, as beautiful and fragrant as it was then.
The spot of wild rose under the fence is floating and full of sadness. Close your eyes and stare blankly. Deep in your memory, your smiling lips are sweeter than this flower.
19, winding path leading to a secluded place, don't forget to leave some blank space, which reminds people of the beautiful scenery behind the blank space. "There is no limit, and the willow leaves are bright." After another wave of unrest, I don't forget to leave some blank space, which makes people fascinated by the magnificent scenery of "the stars fall from the clearing and the moon comes running from the river".
2 1 is a poem, leaving a little blank between the lingering and the lingering test, which makes people taste the poetry of "flying stones flying through the air, crashing into the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow" after the blank. On the pure land side, silence does not forget to leave some blanks, which makes people render the spectacle of "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen".
23 blue sky, leaving a blank, there are waves of "thin clouds playing tricks, flying stars spreading hatred"; History, because you left a blank, there will be an empty grave and the yearning will continue. The sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds melt. Sunset falls on the green grave with endless meditation. The clouds are silent and the grass is silent. Falling into that blank reminds me of you, making white hair vicissitudes with wisps of hair, dyeing that pure land, that ethereal side, that blank side and that scenery with my bright eyes.
Leave a little blank in life, leave a little blank in this arrogant and restless world, even a little, but it can save countless drowning people. Accustomed to the brilliance of the full moon, it is perfect, but the curved moon, with its silent and wise vacancy, lets the lonely peep at the true meaning of life.
27. I have seen the mighty sea for no reason, but the trickle is smart and meaningful, allowing thinkers to explore the mysteries of life. 28. After knowing the hustle and bustle of the world, the calmness and freshness of the empty mountain made the hermit realize the profound meaning of the universe.
29. If the young eagle takes off the sky and has to experience the blow of wind and rain, then the spirit of fighting the sky is its sharp eyes; If a horse gallops in the wilderness, it has to go through thousands of miles of tempering, then the prestigious galloping spirit of Wan Li is to help it cross the iron hoof of Qian Shan; People want to stand proudly in the world and become a generation of heroes, which is the cornerstone of their success. 30 "no.
This poem describes a tearful class. The poem describing the tears in the class is the poem when the students leave. The following poems are for reference only.
1. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? . Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jadeite to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Although the tune is different from what she used to play, all the listeners are burying their faces.
But which of them cried the most? , this Jiujiang officer. My blue sleeves are wet. 4. The wind is rustling in Shui Han, and the strong man is gone forever.
In addition, the following information comes from the Internet for your reference. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Willow green blows the ground, and the flowers are long and sultry.
The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back. After all, the world is just a small place.
If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
Cold rain enters Wu day and night, and Fujian in Chu. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Yan Shi was sent as far away as Liu Changqing, leaning on the spring breeze to join Greentown, and the water country was cold and sunny in spring. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence.
Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If we meet, we will be mistaken for Confucian scholars.
Looking at Li Duan, Lu Lun and my old door, the yellow grass closed, it was sad to leave. The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again.
When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish for you in this cold world? ? Send Dr. Yan, Han Yu, Cang Cang Sen and Ba Gui from Guizhou, and our land is in southern Hunan.
The river floats and the mountain is like a jade hairpin. Every household digs out bluebird feathers, and every household grows its own Huang Gan.
Far more than immortality, you don't need to climb to immortality by flying Luan as a mount. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's brother, misinterpreted the boat trip, and the red leaves and green hills flowed.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. Send someone east to Wen, Old Fort Huang Yeman, you are determined to give up this place where you once lived.
The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon.
I ask you again and again, when will we meet again and have a drink to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, nor is it a parting room.
Toast with a stick and sword is a shame to be a wanderer. A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist.
Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave. Send Japanese monk Jinglong back to Fusang, Wei Zhuang. It's already dark, and his home is in the east of Fusang.
Who will come here with the teacher? A boat full of bright moon and sails. Sauvignon blanc forest is covered with green mountains and green moons.
The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other, but I don't know how to leave. You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat.
Yulin Ridge is chilly, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Yan Shu's ancestors left this song in Tasha, and the Changting was a farewell banquet. The incense ashes have separated from the face.
Living in Ma Yinglin, pedestrians go to the waves. The painting pavilion disappears, the tall buildings are broken, and the sunset only sends the waves far away.
Endlessness is sorrow, and the whole world is thinking about it. Walking on the beach, Ouyang Xiu waited for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge were thin and the grass was swaying.
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence.
Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside. The diviner sent Bao Haoran to the king of eastern Zhejiang to see the water, and the mountains gathered eyebrows.
Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Take the spring water and send you back.
If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring. Nanxiangzi sent Su Shi from Shugu to look back at the chaotic mountains and not see the people in the city.
Who is like the tower pavilion on Linping Mountain, welcoming guests to the west? When I get home at night, it will be clear that a cold dream cannot come true.
The residual lamp shines obliquely tonight, and the tears are not clear when the autumn rain is clear. Su Shi, a beautiful young woman, plays with a pillow with the sound of waves.
Ruthless bian water flows from the east. Only one ship was taken away from hatred and headed for Xizhou.
Ceng Zui in Zhu Xi's flower garden, the wine smells more than tears. Who taught Feng to learn from the dust, brewed a trouble and sent it away.
Linjiangxian sent Qian Mu's father Su Shi away, and the door changed three times, and the world was red. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring.
Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn. My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon.
There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels.
Zhou Zizhi's feelings are like gossamer, people are like flying catkins, and the teardrop pavilion will be empty. A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou.
The wild goose crosses the setting sun, the grass is misty, and now there are countless worries. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight.
Yu Meiren's ancestral banquet was full of glory, and he was sentenced to a long prison term when he was drunk. Chen was still scratching his head when he wanted to leave, and he was even more drunk. Poetry waits for the spring breeze every day, but leaves in a hurry after the peach blossoms bloom.
Singing is often swallowed by pedestrians. Remember to bottle the previous snow. In the Ming dynasty, wine woke up the river and loaded a boat to hate Hengzhou.
He Xinlang sent Hu Bangheng to New South Wales, and Meng Zhang bypassed Shenzhou Road. Autumn wind, even the camp painting angle, the Forbidden City since the millet.
The lowest thing is the Kunlun Mountain, which is turbulent and crowded with thousands of foxes and rabbits. God's will is never difficult to ask, but people are easy to grieve and complain when they are old, so I will send you to Nanpu. The cold willows on the shore urge the waste heat.
Gengxu River, sparse stars and moon, broken clouds. Does Wan know where it is? Looking back at the night talk.
Who will write a book before the goose arrives? Looking up to the sky and cherishing the present, I would like to pay tribute to Cao! Hold up the big white and listen to the golden wisp.