A primary school graduation poem "The Sun in June" once again lit up our childhood.
The moon flowers once again touched our times.
Li Shang in June is a world of joy and a sea of songs.
We once again ushered in our own festival.
Happy songs are sung here again.
Dear teachers and students:
We will always remember this moment, June XX 1 day.
Here, we will spend the last holiday of our childhood.
Here, once again witness our happiness, happiness, enrichment and colorful.
Facing teachers and classmates,
We have too many memories to tell.
Facing teachers and classmates,
We have too many feelings to tell.
Yes, the stars have changed and the years have passed.
Inadvertently, we have gone through six years of primary school life.
Shangli School is a fertile ground for growth.
Seeds of morality, seeds of knowledge,
Take root, sprout, blossom and bear fruit here.
Up and down, day and night,
The ignorant doll of that year,
Today, he has grown into an ambitious and charming teenager.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls.
That naive girl,
Today, the ideal wing was released.
Looking forward to a colorful tomorrow,
We are full of hope and pride!
Facing the cultivation of my alma mater, beloved teachers and lovely classmates,
Although I am about to graduate now, I can't give up my dream.
Yes, last weekend, when the school bus assembled at the school gate,
We will gather together like a group of happy birds,
I can't wait to start early, so that I can return to my happy little home soon.
I miss my parents,
But today, just as we are about to graduate today,
But we can't take a step,
We hope that time can be frozen,
We are reluctant to leave the warm family of Shangli School.
I can't bear to leave my teacher and mother.
The second primary school graduation poem recites that 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?