Xi Murong
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Know that missing takes root from now on.
Clouds and mountains are gentle during the day.
Let me shake your hand.
Then gently pull out my hand.
Time stopped from now on.
Tears flow into a river in my heart.
It is such a helpless stare.
I can't find a flower to send to the ferry.
Pin your blessing on your lapel.
What about tomorrow
Tomorrow is another world.
How can you forget your old friends?
Can you not laugh in your heart?
Can old friends forget each other?
[Folk Song] Long live friendship
Long live friendship, friends, long live friendship.
Raise a glass and drink, sing the praises of friendship for ever.
We used to walk on the green hills in our hometown all day.
We went through a lot of hardships and wandered around.
Long live friendship, friends, long live friendship.
Raise a glass and drink, sing the praises of friendship for ever.
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We also paddle in a hurry in the microwave oven.
When it's time to fly away.
Away from the sea
Long live friendship, long live friends, long live friendship.
Raise a glass and drink, sing the praises of friendship for ever.
We used to feel the same way.
Let's hold hands.
Let's drink a toast.
[Folk Song] Long live friendship
Long live friendship, long live friends, long live friendship.
Raise a glass and drink, sing the praises of friendship for ever.
Long live friendship, long live friends, long live friendship.
Raise a glass and drink, sing the praises of friendship for ever.
Long live friendship, long live friends, long live friendship.
Raise a glass and drink, sing the praises of friendship for ever.
A poem dedicated to my alma mater
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There are first-class teachers
Energetic students.
here
There is a Dibo Garden, which brings together scenic spots from all over the world.
There are biological parks planted with exotic flowers and herbs from all over the world.
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Have our most precious memories.
Have our most unforgettable junior high school life.
There are our closest friends.
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There are unforgettable hardships during our military training.
There is our hard final struggle in the third grade.
In this beautiful campus
Have a bond of friendship
There are joys and sorrows.
But more is the style of sweat washing.
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I love you forever-a poem dedicated to my alma mater
Hang your name on your chest every day.
I can feel your great love.
You will always be my forest.
I am a small seed.
My thoughts germinate in your care.
Every time I look up at you,
Your shoulders are like a wooden house.
Including blue sky and white clouds
I once imagined that we could stand together forever.
All the beautiful mornings and nights
Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.
until today
I grow into a moving tree.
Relive the love you gave me.
I want to be like you.
In the storm of years
Stand in the corner of life at will
Form a green shadow
A poem dedicated to the old teacher
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Express our respect for you;
Send you a touching song,
Bring you a little sweetness.
Teacher-you have worked hard,
You took us through the storm,
It was you who fed us with the nutrition of knowledge.
But never ask for anything in return.
It was you who answered all the difficult questions for us.
You told us:
When encountering difficulties,
Don't give up easily.
Since then, in our lives,
Always full of joy.
A lot less trouble,
Added a fortitude.
Another harvest autumn,
You still have a marker in your hand.
Painted a beautiful blueprint,
Peaches and plums that nourish the motherland.
It's midnight, and you're still preparing your lessons carefully.
You are still recalling our success in your sleep.
We are flowers in full bloom in spring,
It was you who played a wonderful melody for us.
You are a diligent gardener,
We will remember your words.
Take every step of your life,
Friendly, bodybuilding, realistic and enterprising!
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A poem dedicated to the teacher-the teacher's eyes
Teachers' eyes are like the moon at night.
We are stars,
In the teacher's smile,
twinkling
A teacher's eyes are like an endless ocean.
We are small fish,
In the teacher's arms,
Swim around happily.
Teachers' eyes are like the blue sky.
We are a white cloud.
Under her gaze,
Free floating,
The teacher's eyes are like a mirror.
Can light up our hearts.
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A poem dedicated to the teacher
Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;
Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;
Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;
Teachers are like mothers, beautiful and kind;
A teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.
Happy Teachers' Day to my dear teacher.
Finally, I have to say goodbye in this boundless summer.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the fragrance of gardenia is floating in the wind.
The last time we walked together on the dusk path,
I heard someone singing the song we once sang in the sunset.
We smiled at each other.
This kind of singing reminds us of the past that we can never come back.
Thinking of the old days,
I've seen countless separations.
We used to sing in separate places,
But today is our turn.
Let's shake hands and say goodbye in the summer wind.
For this farewell, we used the whole youth as a foreshadowing.
We have prepared everything,
There will never be such a grand farewell in my life.
But tears still gush from our hearts,
Just like those lost youth that never come back.
You told me not to cry,
We will never forget the past, and we believe that there will be eternity in this world.
But why? When I looked up, I saw tears in your eyes.
Then let's have a good cry.
Holding your hand in this summer wind,
Reminds us of the days we spent together,
Think of those dreams that are gone forever,
Let everything go through in my heart again.
This may be the last year of our youth,
It is also the gentlest summer.
After this summer, we will face many seasons.
Many farewells.
But there can be no such summer, and there will be no such goodbye.
We will think about this summer again and again,
Think of all the laughter and tears, all the sobriety and intoxication,
I also think of all the friendship and love.
In a few years, we will be on a similar summer night.
Open the yellowed yearbook.
All the handwriting will be blurred,
Only the gardenias we put in the book,
Still retains the last fragrance of this summer.
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Sentiment of youth, sentimentality
The parting of classmates is sad and speechless.
Lonely memories, smiling faces.
Sincerity of friendship, silent wishes
Dead leaves caught in the diary—
Left an unforgettable scene.
The information written in the yearbook—
It records the infinite care of classmates and friends.
Photos collected in the album-
Reproduce the romance and joy of getting along at that time.
Hongyan in the corner of the drawer-
Recall those years when letters were used to pin their feelings.
Anxious to leave the campus
I don't know when we will meet again.
Looking at the bright moon
Sincere wishes
The strings of safe memory
When the strings of memory
Scattered on the other side of the heart lake
The jumping notes fell into the lake.
Circle after circle of ripples.
It's a shallow "38th parallel" between deskmates.
It is in the process of learning that you chase after me.
When you bicker and get angry, your eyes are full of tears.
It's children's day laughter as sweet as honey.
Sweet lilacs
Immersed in your heart and mine.
Carve happiness, sadness and joy bit by bit.
How many notes are flashing?
Like stars falling on the strings of memory.
A poem dedicated to my alma mater
here
There are first-class teachers
Energetic students.
here
There is a Dibo Garden, which brings together scenic spots from all over the world.
There are biological parks planted with exotic flowers and herbs from all over the world.
here
Have our most precious memories.
Have our most unforgettable junior high school life.
There are our closest friends.
here
There are unforgettable hardships during our military training.
There is our hard final struggle in the third grade.
In this beautiful campus
Have a bond of friendship
There are joys and sorrows.
But more is the style of sweat washing.
Friendship is one of the most precious feelings in life. Many celebrities at all times and in all countries have used it.
How many beautiful poems praise and praise it?
A great man once said, "People who can't get friendship will be poor orphans all their lives."
Alone; A society without friendship is just a bustling desert. "Friends are friendship.
Spokesman. They never abandon anyone, give up anyone. Instead, they use their generosity.
Accommodate and accept the hearts of others. So that others can feel the warmth of their friendship.
Warm and sweet.
In the midst of prosperity, friends met us; In adversity, we met our friends. this
This is a comment made by the famous Collins on his friend. This reminds me of a long time ago, I
I read a report in the newspaper. A couple of friends went climbing together. only
It was raining and the road was slippery, and a person accidentally slipped. There is an abyss around.
At this critical moment, his friend immediately jumped on him and took his hand. That's it?
Well, they persisted for about two hours before the "death gate". During this time,
The man in danger told his friend to let go several times to avoid falling down together.
Double death. But his friend said, "Hold on a little longer, and someone will come to save me."
Ours. "Finally, it happened that three climbers saw it and saved them. But napeng
My friends' hands are deformed. But he still smiled and said to his friend, "I told you so."
Someone will come to save us in the future. "At this moment, the man had tears in his eyes and hugged his friend.
My friend began to cry. If this happens to people without friendship, it may be ignored.
I saw it and ran away. Collins is right. We met friends in adversity.
Friends know their greatness.
If friendship is a great and kind mother, then a friend is her warm and kind mother.
Familiar hands.
If friendship is a selfless teacher, then friends are her teachers who impart knowledge.
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If friendship is a beautiful poem, then friends are the essence of that poem.
Friendship is the sun that never sets. Let friends come to your heart and nourish your heart.
Soul.
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