Classic poem about graduation 1 "Alma Mater"
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.
The classic poem about graduation 2 "Say yes, don't cry after graduation"
We have an agreement.
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
It will confuse me.
Once friendship
Over time,
And gradually forget
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let tear drops
Let it last forever.
Hidden in my heart ...
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Your tears
Will make me feel sorry.
Once intimate
As the distance goes away.
And cease to exist.
Promise me
Don't cry after graduation
Don't let sadness fill your heart.
Let it last forever.
Hidden in my heart ...
We agreed not to cry after graduation.
Don't let my tears
Fade at the moment
Classic Poetry about Graduation 3 "Graduation Season"
Written words
A wound.
Unforgettable idea
Qian Qian knot without solution
A fallen leaf falls.
Who knows what it looks like?
It used to be accompanied by spring flowers.
It used to shade in summer.
I also sleep with snow in winter.
Birds are looking for
Warm home in winter
People have seen countless sentimentality.
Every graduation trip
Such as the migration of birds.
It's not the way home that stops.
But a transit station.
Alma mater is a tree.
Graduates are like a fallen leaf.
Autumn is the season of falling leaves.
Summer is the season of graduation.
The fallen leaves are sent by the autumn wind.
Blow the leaves as far as you can.
Nobody gets together after graduation.
how many people
How long will it be apart
Lend you a pen.
No need to return it.
As long as we can meet again
You won't forget.
There used to be a pen.
Let you write so many secrets.
About your memory, my memory
I don't talk. /I don't talk.
I can only laugh.
If you don't laugh, you can only suffer yourself.
A gust of wind blew.
Best feeling
in the sun
Classic poem 4 on graduation "Thoughts on Graduation Season"
The cool wind is blowing deep and shallow green.
Blowing thick light red.
I walked past it as usual.
Never know that these beauties are better than precious dreams.
I am a stupid passerby.
Dream every day
Always don't cherish every minute of waking up.
I am an excessive traveler.
Always look forward to today or yesterday.
And reject the possibility that the future will become the present.
They walked away with a scent.
There are happy smiles on their faces.
Their smiles broke into my heart.
My sadness finally burst its banks.
The future is not a fertile land.
No one can dig out miracles from it.
Confusion and hesitation are the heaviest burdens at the moment.
On the road of pursuing ideals
Positive energy will gather with us.
If I hadn't given up on myself,
It's not too late.
The classic poem about graduation 5 "Graduation Day"
torrid summer
It's as hot as day.
According to the face of a flower
Witness the youth of youth
The distant bell.
Announce the impending separation
Maybe we live far away.
Maybe it hasn't changed.
Three or five friends know each other.
Record each other's contact information
Say goodbye to everything that is coming.
leave traces
Step on a bike
Everyone has searched the countryside.
The simple village is poorly displayed.
Rivers and streams streams.
Patches of wheat fields exude attractive fragrance.
Hip-hop and screaming echoed in the empty fields.
It's like saying
The story of you and me yesterday.
Graduation day
We laughed.
I cried too.
Classic Poetry about Graduation 6 "Graduation Certificate"
Holding a red book in his hand.
We graduated
Not a child anymore.
The evening breeze caresses your Liu Haier.
Innocent eyes
Imagine our happy future.
Two people, one home.
Walking by the sea with the breeze.
Baby, wait for me.
About a year later,
We received a red love book.
will never fade
Even if our hair is pale
We graduated
Not a child anymore.
Will not be at a loss about the passage of time.
Baby, I want to give you a future.
With you, with me, with our love.
We have grown up.
You can make your own decisions.
No one can stop us.
If you break your shoes, you must go to our house.
An era is over.
Enter another era
Graduation certificate
You are so cute.
Yes, it's over.
When I kiss your cheek affectionately
Two crystal tears fall from your eyes.
You didn't say a word.
Look at this red book.
Graduation certificate
We graduated
It's over.
Whether the flowers bloom or fall.
Go to Qiu Lai in spring.
Even if I am afraid of illness and death, I will not contact again. ...
The classic poem about graduation 7 "Next year, I will be a graduate".
The scorching sun in June reflects our red faces.
There is thick ink on inferior red paper.
The computer screen reflects blue light,
The single page of the grade was lengthened.
Those shocking numbers,
Like snake bile,
Bitter and poisonous,
Fall on the apex of the heart.
Next year,
I'm just like them,
Looking up at high school and overlooking junior high school,
Standing on the middle school dividing line,
Wandering in confusion,
I don't know where to go.
The journey is always so long,
There are too many hardships on the journey.
I lost my way in the early morning mist,
I don't know if it's front or back.
The first morning sun shone on my face,
What I saw was the scene of the test paper flying around.
The pungent smell of ink and oil stung the nasal cavity.
Buried in the test paper to find the direction of dream high school.
Their faces were flushed with the scorching sun,
Even the eyes are red and swollen like salt.
I watched them standing on the playground,
Whether you are happy or sad,
The smiling face of youthful sunshine is fixed in the camera.
I may be like them next year,
Laugh and laugh and cry,
Waiting for the past,
For today's parting,
But also for the future ups and downs.
I will graduate next year,
Wave to this campus,
Then turn around and leave,
Happy or sad.