Farewell to the modern poetry of my alma mater

Time flies, time flies, and six years of primary school life has passed quickly. This article is a modern poem about leaving your alma mater. I hope it helps you!

Article 1: A modern poem by a student about leaving his alma mater? For an instant,

Six years of primary school life has quietly arrived.

Run away,

Do you remember?

Six years ago, the naive and lively' we'

We gradually become mature and sensible.

Do you remember?

In the hot summer,

There was a hint of worry in our laughter.

Injured,

In the autumn when leaves are flying,

It was the day we broke up,

But I believe-

Memories cannot be broken.

The bond between us will not break,

Goodbye, alma mater. ...

Chapter two: Modern poetry about leaving one's alma mater seems to have left school vaguely. It has been 30 years, and the vicissitudes have changed greatly.

Hard work, ambitious exhibition, hard work, sweet dreams.

I will never forget the teacher's sincere teaching, and I will always feel that my classmates are beautiful.

The green hills are full of people who are not old. They look at the sky with great pride.

Chapter three: About the modern poems that leave my alma mater gently, I'm leaving.

When I came softly

Yeah, that ordinary place.

Love endless love.

Peach trees in front of the window

Give off infinite fragrance

A little smell is pervasive.

Heal the pain of parting in my heart

Birds living happily.

Singing in the branches.

Elegant and euphemistic voice.

I place my hopes on June.

Touch under the corner

This is not grass, this is a dream.

Grow up quickly after the rain

Pass on our innocent dreams.

Looking for dreams? Take away a ray of sunshine

Looking forward to returning to the place where the dream began.

Pick a scent.

Yearning in the colorful autumn of English.

But that's just an extravagant hope

Xia Feng blew on the parting wound again.

Beauty is in the past.

Just write the past time in your heart.

Quietly, I'm leaving.

Just as I came quietly

Look forward to coming again next time.

Time is spring.