1, the sixth grade graduation plan collective poetry
Six years.
fly away
Six years of ups and downs
Yongji xinxin
at once
The diploma has been issued.
at once
The smiling face in the commemorative book
Only in the library
Look at these familiar faces.
I really hate to part with it.
but
The days didn't give us much explanation.
graduate
A symbol of separation.
graduate
This means that we may never find each other again.
graduate
We are about to enter the new semester.
graduate
After all, this is a
The demons that separate us.
but
Another person who gives us light and hope.
angel
Let's graduate.
joys and sorrows of life
run away
Stay away from it.
Start our new day! !
2, the sixth grade graduation design collective poetry.
Six years have passed.
Look carefully.
Step by step footprints
This is the footprint of our growth
Sunflowers were planted three years ago.
Full of happiness.
Look at that.
That blooming sunflower
This is a symbol of our friendship.
Remember a year ago?
Tug of war?
Thin beads of sweat broke out on our heads.
But don't give up.
Finally, we won.
How time flies.
Primary school is almost over.
We should all enter a new learning ladder.
It's time to say goodbye again
my friend
3, the sixth grade graduation program collective poetry.
Every time, I step into the campus gate,
Every time, I can see familiar faces.
Six years, neither too long nor too short,
Campus life is always so pleasant!
How many trials have we gone through,
A naughty boy who is not sensible, has grown up, matured and is sensible.
Sometimes we are depressed, sometimes we are lonely,
We get sad sometimes,
We sometimes feel wronged,
Finally, it is happy.
Meeting is fate, but meeting means separation.
Difficulty is tempering, but after tempering is success.
Friend! Classmate! Don't be sad,
Fate is to get together next time!
The south wind blows gently, and time always flies by.
Review the warm time of six years of primary school together and start a journey of gratitude for your hearts together;
Look forward to the beautiful life of junior high school for three years and embark on your brand-new life journey together.
There is a passion, just like classmates and teenagers;
There is a kind of friendship called holding hands;
There is a promise called helping each other in the same boat;
There is a kind of happiness called drinking ethylene glycol.
Sharpen a sword in six years and take the exam in June.
We believe that,
Sunshine always comes after a storm.
We believe
No pains, no gains.
Six years of primary school life,
Is the best time of your life,
Is the most precious memory in your life,
You will have the brightest smile. ...
4, the sixth grade graduation design collective poetry.
One day in June
The exam is over.
All candidates write down.
There is an unknown emotion in the air.
Primary school life ended like this.
It's like having a long dream.
Wake up
It's time to say goodbye
the other day
When we left,
Everything goes back to the original film sample.
Those who are always with you.
No more classrooms will be filled neatly.
scalar
In this summer.
In this gardenia blooming season
Suddenly forgot
What kind of beginning was that?
Six years ago in September.
Look carefully and find out the answer.
At the other end of the visit, I was vaguely seen.
And my original friends and classmates.
The first minute of nervous expectation.
All the originals
Freeze into a picture of memory
From then on, the story began.
If you put everyone's stories together,
The story is very long. We made several turns at 23 degrees north latitude.
Growing up makes our teenagers white.
Maybe the story is ordinary.
But for the owner of the story,
Never forget.
Physical education class's sportswear
Wet with sweat over and over again.
Swing in the storm of memory
Shine in the sun
We complain that school uniforms are ugly.
But he developed various functions.
wipe the table
shut out the rain
It brings us warmth when it is cold.
In the future, everything can be easily discarded.
Only school uniforms are something we can't bear to throw away.
Souvenirs that can no longer be worn.
One reference book after another
exercise book
We tried to tear it apart.
But I bought one book after another.
sigh with emotion
There are too many questions.
Life is but a span.
Before you know it, you will see the last page.
scalar
Arrange books by the pound
Suddenly found that each one is unique.
sky
There are long and short.
flower
Openness and decline
From then on, it only opens in memory.
Will it happen again?
The sky is so blue.
This tree is too green.
Can we still be so idle and daze?
Gradually
It seems that we can't be as happy as when we were children.
Short time
Whose is it?
smiling face
5, the sixth grade graduation program collective poetry
Swallows spread their wings and eagles soar, which is the bird's yearning for the blue sky;
The stream is gurgling and the waves are rolling, which is the song of the river to the ocean;
Rice is fragrant and fruitful, which is the earth's imagination of everything;
Stone, peach and plum fragrance, that is the hope of our alma mater!
Teacher, alma mater
We're leaving you.
Put away the old scripts.
We quietly
Walk through every corner of the campus
Walk past the place where we lived for six years.
Look, the sunny classroom.
How many times have you listened to us? This book sounds loud and clear.
Look, the silent blackboard.
How many times have you written about us, the secret of knowledge?
Look, the wide and flat playground.
How many times you left us, laughter floated.
Look, the crisp and sweet bell.
How many times have we been reminded to cherish time?
Alma Mater
When I meet you again
One by one in our hearts for many years.
I can't forget what my teacher taught me when I was confused.
I can't forget the helping hand extended by my classmates when I fell.
I can't forget that when I failed, my teachers encouraged me one by one.
I can't forget that when I succeeded, my classmates applauded warmly.
Alma Mater
How can I thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years have passed in our hearts.
We clearly remember your busy figure.
Teacher, let's play ball together.
Teacher, my model plane is ready.
Teacher, my composition has been published again
Teacher, we won the first prize in the chorus competition.
Remember your anxious eyes in the sports field?
That's our motivation to win the first place.
Seeing the victory of the game,
You cheer with us.
At that moment, I clearly saw the tears in your eyes.
How can we forget that when we made progress, you gave us a reward.
How could I forget that when I was sick, you were caring and attentive to us.
How can I forget that when I made a mistake, you carefully reminded me of every word.
As long as there is you, there is our laughter.
Watch us understand day by day.
The most gratifying smile blooms on your face.
Your heart has been beating for us.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 1, Grade 6 thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years of time in front of our eyes gently shed.
before long
Teacher, my pants are torn.
Teacher, my braid is loose.
Teacher, I spilled my lunch.
Teacher, mom and dad have quarreled again.
Teacher ... teacher ... teacher. ...
Yes! What's so hard about beating you?
You are a gardener with grass in your heart.
Whoever is psychologically injured, you are the cure doctor.
teacher
It's really hard for you.
With gentle love, such a group with a southern accent and a northern accent is integrated.
It's really hard for you.
Including such a group of slowly growing children, there is a warm heart.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 2, Grade 6 thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years of wind and rain quietly flashed in our minds.
Teacher, have some water. How many times have you lost your voice for us?
Please put down your pen, teacher. How many times have you tired your eyes for us?
Teacher, please sit down for a while. How can you persist after just playing the infusion bag or bottle?
Teacher, please have a good rest.
Your child has grown up.
won't forget
You help us move forward in every ditch.
Don't forget, your shoulders are not huge.
Hold up the scenery of our lives.
Do you remember
In math class, never tire of asking questions, and explain patiently.
This is the cornerstone of our rise.
A little success.
I won tears for you.
From walking lightly to getting old
You left the most wonderful chapter in our life on the road of growing up.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 3, Grade 6 thank you?
Why are there so many memories?
I can't tell you our attachment to each other.
Why are there so many blessings?
I can't say enough about our attachment to our alma mater.
Why is it sincere language?
I can't tell you how much we miss you.
Irresistible
Is the most beautiful scenery,
Eager to slip away,
Is the best time.
All this.
As if it had just begun.
As if it were yesterday.
But in a flash
We will say goodbye to each other.
Goodbye, alma mater.
You gave me a colorful life.
Goodbye, teacher.
You gave me the nourishment of life.
Bye, mom.
You gave me love and sunshine.
Let us salute you-
Give the highest young pioneers team ceremony! (salute! )
Thank you, alma mater.
Thank you, teacher.
Thank you, mom.
6, the sixth grade graduation program collective poetry
Every morning,
We all walked happily,
Come to campus.
I remember every time I was sad,
Send away my dear classmates,
Leave campus.
Gradually,
The teacher's face has many wrinkles.
We have grown up, too.
80 classmates, 80 hearts,
They all left a deep memory in the teacher's heart.
Six years!
We have forged a deep friendship in our hearts.
We'll be apart soon,
I really don't give up.
Graduated,
I really want to talk to my teachers and classmates.
But time waits for no one,
We split up.
That day,
We cried.
I can't bear to leave my eyes.
The eyes left behind are expectation.
Graduated,
In a blink of an eye, it has been a year.
I went back to see my teacher today,
Everyone is very happy!