Poetry about teachers and classmates 1. Message to schools, teachers and classmates (20 words or poems)
To the teacher:
1. If we are young trees, you are sweet rain and dew, and you are a lamp on our road to success, teacher, we will always thank you!
2. Three-inch platform, three-inch tongue and three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums; Ten years of trees, ten years of wind and rain, and a hundred thousand pillars.
3. Teachers are the most beautiful cultivators; The most beautiful sower. It is you who shine on us with beautiful sunshine; Moisten us with beautiful rain and dew, and our hearts will be full of green, full of flowers.
Your thoughts and words are full of poetry and philosophy, and they are so magical! ! In my heart, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused!
To classmates:
1. No matter how far away the future is, you and I will be on the road to growth; No matter when we meet, we will always be friends.
No matter how long the future is, please cherish every moment together; No matter how many years have passed, we will always be friends.
3. Walk with you and recall our dreams; Break up with you and look forward to the carnival when we meet again.
4. Classmate, let those sweet whispers in the past dusk be buried in your heart and turned into beautiful memories!
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, six years of classmates' career has passed. But in the classroom, we are still echoing the sound of reading; On the playground, we are still running and vigorous. The lawns, streams and bamboo pavilions here are the herb gardens we will always be attached to.
6. After graduation, I want to keep those warm days, but I am eager to integrate into the torrent of life as soon as possible. The life of old classmates is a string of sweet Sugar-Coated Berry; That charming sweetness and sourness will never be forgotten.
7. My friends, we are going to part for a while; I will never say "treasure" again. On this lingering night, try to cast a few small morning stars; Although there is not much light, it can also make people who leave early happy.
A congratulatory letter to my alma mater.
1, Cai Bo Primary School: You are my treasure house, my shelter from the wind and rain, and my warm home forever!
2. The heroic attitude of the alma mater lies in the knowledge and persuasion of the teachers; The tenderness of the alma mater lies in the flowing water and the pavilion of ancient rhyme; The pride of my alma mater lies in cultivating fragrant peaches and plums; Our pride is that we can grow and study happily in our alma mater!
At this time, I suddenly felt that the campus was deserted, as if I was sad for our parting. In this campus, every place, even every corner, there are colorful stories that we once had. I really can't bear to leave our alma mater! I fantasize that time can go back, I fantasize that time can stay, and I fantasize that the past scenes can be repeated! But it's all over. Goodbye, dear teacher! Goodbye, dear students! Goodbye, my alma mater who raised me for six years!
2. Poetry about praising campus, teachers and classmates should be combined into a song, and the momentum should be strengthened.
1. Sunshine of love
there are some people
Use their hands to dispel the fog for us.
Let us no longer be confused.
there are some people
Show us the maze with their youth.
Let's fly away.
When the morning dew drops on the grass
They have begun to welcome a brand-new day.
When the moonlight covers the earth
They are still working tirelessly.
They are our teachers,
Is the engineer of the human soul
You are a beam of sunshine.
Illuminated the vast unknown road ahead.
You are a lamp.
Accompany us through the days and nights.
No matter where we go.
No matter where we are
We will never forget it.
Your thousand words
Your advice
September
Let's sing together
You gave us the light of youth.
Thank you, teacher.
2. Campus Four Seasons Songs
Golden campus
We came noisily.
Young mind
Full of infinite expectations
The world in plain clothes
We let off steam.
Passionate feelings
The colorful life of radiation
Green campus
Those ignorant teenagers
Publicize the glory of life
Appreciate the infinity of knowledge
Hot campus
Those young faces
Full of knowledge
Looking forward to the new school year
Four seasons campus
Every year is more colorful.
at once
We have grown up.
therefore
With the joy of growing up
We left silently.
If it is a teenager, I also have two songs here.
How beautiful our campus is.
On campus, flowers are in full bloom,
Bees, collect honey.
Come and see, in the corridor,
Students' works are all over the wall,
There is calligraphy, there is painting,
There are also paper-cuts and handicrafts.
In the classroom, new desks and chairs,
Can be lifted and moved,
Four wheels are at the bottom of the table.
Move a little and it will be aligned.
The multi-function hall is great,
Physical projection DVD
Watch movies, watch animations,
You can dance and play games.
There are new faces everywhere,
Campus beauty
The teaching building is really lively.
Willow is green and flowers are beautiful.
Students, jump pomegranate.
Be polite.
Say hello to the teacher.
Say hello to your classmates.
Take care of the environment and make new moves.
If there is rubbish, someone will deal with it.
When you see waste paper, bend down and pick it up.
Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility.
The campus is beautiful and everyone laughs.
PS。 You can neutralize it.
3. Poems describing the friendship between classmates and teachers
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1. It is ringing, seeking its friendly voice-The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. record
2. Give me a peach and a plum-The Book of Songs, Elegance and Exquisiteness
Give me a papaya and give it back to Joan-The Book of Songs. Feng Wei. Papaya.
4. Love each other, why should flesh and blood be close —— Song of Songs, a folk song in Han Yuefu.
5. Husband aspires to the four seas, and Wan Li is still close to her neighbors-Three Kingdoms. Cao Weizhi's "Giving a White Horse to"
6. However, China keeps our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor-Du, the farewell vice governor of Tang Weber, set out for his official post in Shu.
7. Knowing each other far and near, Wan Li is still a neighbor —— Meeting Li Shaofu in Weicheng by Zhang Tang at the age of nine.
8. Young people learn new things and miss their old friends-in "Going to Quejiangzhou to see Doctor Hubei and Henan off" 9. Be friends and neighbors —— Tang Zuyong's The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival: Thinking about Different Things in Langzhong
10. We were all unhappy until the end of the day when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? -Tang Juyi's Pipa Trip.
1 1. Making friends in life is at the end, not for ups and downs in the middle-five "Difficult to Go" by Tang Helan.
12. There is no distinction between young and old in life, so why do you want to be homophony first? -Tang Du Fu's "Walking Home".
13. Painting friends must be light, and mountains are like paper, but they don't like flat-Looking for Mountains with Friends by Qing Weng Zhao.
14. The husband doesn't shed tears or alienate others. -Lu Guimeng's "Separation" in the Tang Dynasty
15. A bosom friend is enough in life, and the world should treat it with sympathy.
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4. Poems and famous sayings about bidding farewell to your alma mater, teachers and classmates.
Alma mater is eternal music, and we are her flying notes; No matter which song or poem we import in the future, there will be her melody!
Alma Mater bears our endless laughter and tears.' Since we have chosen her, let's love and care for her! Together, we pieced together the good memories that once belonged to us in this promised land, leaving the footprints of our growth!
I can't forget the crisp and sweet bell.
Awaken rural ignorance and poverty,
Knock on the closed hearts of farmers;
I can't forget that spacious and bright classroom.
My ancestors also studied and calculated here.
The voice of the book rings from here again;
I can't forget those neat and beautiful tables and chairs.
We used to lie on it,
Calculate the future and explore mysteries;
I can't forget that exquisite globe,
We stare at our little eyes,
Surprised by Beijing, America ...
Goodbye, alma mater,
Your century-old prestigious school has a long history.
You gave us wisdom and pride.
Wherever I go,
I remember your face,
It's like remembering forever
The cradle of childhood and mother's smile!
Goodbye, teacher!
Bow deeply,
Call softly ...
I can't forget the lamp in the teacher's window.
You prepare lessons at your desk, correct your homework,
You don't know it's late at night;
I can't forget your broken glasses,
Kindness permeates our hearts through the lens,
Shortcomings can't escape their scanning;
I can't forget the wrinkles on your forehead,
Years have taken away your youth and health,
You help us raise our ideals and beliefs;
I can't forget your old teapot,
You only have this little hobby in your life,
And because I have to give lectures to moisten my throat ...
Goodbye, teacher!
You are kind, kind and selfless,
Pass on knowledge and feelings to us.
No matter which day I live,
I won't forget your name,
As if I'll never forget it.
Mother's milk and her own zodiac!
5. Praise the poems of the alma mater, classmates and teachers.
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
6. Poems about teachers and students
teacher
Every day,
Teacher, the last one to sleep,
But I got up the earliest.
Afraid of time slipping away.
This, the old locust tree outside the window knows,
Birds in the tree know.
Under the desk lamp,
She tried to correct one homework after another.
Listen, listen,
The corners of the mouth are brimming with smiles.
But the footsteps of the old man of time,
Ruthlessly imprinted on her kind face.
The teacher's dream is very short, very short,
But in the dream, she could hear,
The bell rang for class.
Between night and dawn,
A teacher is like a red candle,
Burning silently ...
Every day,
The teacher came first,
But leave at the latest.
This, the first light knows,
The stars in the sky know.
Thanks to her hard work,
Stimulate our enthusiasm for studying hard.
She guided us,
Climb the peak of knowledge,
Look forward to a bright future!
A teacher is like an industrious gardener.
Cultivate us into flowers of the motherland,
To create a better future.
Teacher,
You will always be our beloved teacher.
7. Miss the sentences of campus, classmates and teachers.
★ People always grow up and mature. Six years, the good times of primary school life are gone forever. There are joys and pride, setbacks and regrets on the colorful road to growth, which should be cherished and preserved forever. On the occasion of graduation, what I miss most is the students in this group, this classroom and this class!
I have never been to my alma mater since I graduated from primary school, and I am always afraid that it will disturb my childhood dreams. However, the scenery, feelings and people of my alma mater often fascinate me.
★ Alma mater, we are about to part, and tears are in our eyes. Friendly teachers, lovely classmates, clean classrooms, green lawns, tall trees and solemn statues all make us want to stay, but we still have to sail and sail. Goodbye, alma mater. Alma mater, we miss the happy time in your arms. We will never forget your voice and smile. You have cultivated our seedlings. When we grow into towering trees, we will come back to shade you.
★ Farewell to college is like farewell to mother. Farewell to my alma mater, I am full of fatigue and nostalgia. Seeing my mother, I burst into tears and smiled.
Six years ago, we came to the campus hand in hand and snuggled up to our parents. In ignorance, we have gone through six years of ups and downs, six years of bitterness, six years of joy and six years of sadness.
Well, my friend, in the face of the future, you and I must refuel! There may be an endless sea in front of us, waiting for you and me to swim; Maybe it is a blue sky, waiting for you and me to fly; Perhaps it is a dense forest, waiting for you and me to take risks; Maybe it's a rugged and steep mountain, waiting for you and me to climb … whatever it is, let's face it hand in hand! Looking back on the ups and downs we have gone through together, we find that our friendship has been so deep.
Alma mater, you are like a mother who nurtured us.
Alma mater, you water us like a gardener.
Alma mater, you are like a big tree, which has given us.
Alma mater, you satisfy us like air.
★ Raise the sail and we will go our separate ways; Play wind chimes and friendship songs. At this time, a thousand words can no longer replace my attachment to you, so let it accompany you through this life with my blessing.
★ It's over, it's over, should it be over?
The kite will always fly far, but its thread remains on the ground; Cooking smoke will always fly far away, but its source remains in the house; We always fly away, but our footprints remain in the theater on the high school campus. ...
At that moment, we should not be sad, because we are growing.
At that moment, we graduated.
Goodbye, alma mater, goodbye, every grass and tree in the Wild Goose Garden, I will love you as much as my brother and sister. I will remember what my alma mater taught me and the happiness and luck it brought me. When I leave, more people will come, and more classmates who love you like me will come to see you. May everything be better at my alma mater!
Alma mater, over the past six years, you have created a beautiful and clean campus for us, provided us with a comfortable learning environment, taught us more knowledge and set sail successfully. Over the past six years, we have grown up happily in your warm arms, and you have quietly dedicated yourself to us. It is you who have trained us from ignorant children into energetic teenagers, and you have sent energetic teenagers on a new journey. You not only gave us knowledge, but also taught us to be human. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, we will be full of confidence and go forward bravely. Thank you, alma mater.
★ Alma mater, I wish you fragrant peaches and plums and create a better future together; May your tomorrow be more brilliant! I praise you with the chord of life: teaching and educating people is the foundation, lasting forever, being as virtuous as orchid, moistening things silently, being brilliant, and succeeding in one generation.
★ Time flies, time flies, and it's your centenary celebration again. A hundred years of affectionate attachment, a hundred years of brilliant casting, a hundred years of constant affection and a hundred years of eager expectation have cast a heavy history. But you are still radiant, and the glory of the years has not changed your noble face. You are still the paradise of our dreams. We are grateful to our alma mater and praise it: because you are the place where we fly our dreams. We wish our alma mater a better tomorrow!
8. Poems describing teachers or campus life
The first time I met lilacs in a campus poem, a tree with white flowers surged in front of me, so I asked what kind of flower it was. The friend replied, "This is lilac".
Is this lilac? Is this the bitter clove lamented by the poet in Yuxiang? I marvel at my ignorance, and even more at how charming this white flower can be. Indulge in the campus garden with friends and enjoy the scenery of flowers in full bloom.
Begonia, Rosa davurica, Crataegus pinnatifida, Paeonia suffruticosa and Paeonia lactiflora compete for beauty. Only the whiteness and purity of lavender are particularly attractive ... A friend pointed to lilac and said, "Have you smelled her carefully?" I shook my head. I thought that every flower is fragrant, let alone a clove.
Pull out a flap and put it in front of your nose. "It tastes bitter," I said. My friend laughed and said, "Lilacs have bitter fragrance. Can't I afford it?" I am speechless.
Savoring my friend's words carefully, I think of the poem I read, and seem to understand why the poet in Yuxiang wrote the bitterness and beauty of acacia with cloves so touching and intriguing. It also seems to understand a truth: people are happy when they are in pain. We just seek happiness in suffering and turn suffering into happiness, writing and all walks of life.
What did you say?/Sorry? The golden tunnel is next to the dormitory and canteen forever, and it is full of winter jasmine. The yellow Lei Huang is colorful around us: the flowers slanting out of the road are like an extended eaves, under which we all bow when we come and go.
This is really like a golden tunnel. Isn't it? Dormitory is where we study and rest; What about the canteen? The canteen is like an oil return station of life.
How many stories can you tell by walking back and forth six times a day on this road ... If life is a silent struggle, then we must fight against nature, the objective environment and ourselves. When we come here to study, we have to face not only textbooks, but also a series of problems, as well as various tests of family, children, the elderly and our age.
As parents and children, our responsibilities and the role of life make us not only consider our studies, but also other things that we can't care about. Difficult, it seems just a square character that is not easy to write, but how difficult it is, only when you are in it, will you understand.
Unfortunately, quite a few of us are wandering in this golden tunnel. They regard sleeping and eating as the top priority in life, and come and go like walking dead. Is it easy to live like this? All production and life may be carried out in pain.
It should be said that the struggle between man and time is a cruel struggle. Although there is no sword and shadow in this struggle, there is no blood dripping. However, lost time will never be recovered.
Everything that wants to be quiet and comfortable is actually to escape difficulties. Only brave people can face life squarely and face life.
No matter how difficult the future is, as long as we cherish the present, there will be a future. Golden tunnel, the runway in my memory! The tung tree in front of the window is flush with the window. Last autumn, it covered with green leaves to shelter us from the wind and rain, and we felt its friendship very much.
No wonder, in the cold of winter, I stood at the window on the fourth floor, worried that snow would crush its branches. However, after several snows, it still stands high in front of our window. When spring comes, its branches change from gray to purple.
One day, I actually found snow-clear buds on its branches. In a few days, they suddenly bloomed and formed lavender clouds. Tung flowers are so chic, and there are strings of flowers on the bare branches, which are exquisite and elegant.
Standing at the window and looking at the beauty of the flowers scattered on the branches is really like reading a poem, which is full of interest. Probably only tung trees bloom first and then grow leaves. Plums don't shed their leaves, and figs don't bloom. Tung oil tree is unique in that it blooms first and leaves are exposed from its branches after flowering.
We often say: "Red flowers with green leaves", the beauty of tung flowers does not need any embellishment. Just like a noble personality, pure, simple and different.
Tung flower is not only elegant, but also has a pioneering spirit without hesitation. Its spirit comes from the strong trunk of the tung tree and its stalwart body.
Tung tree, the tung tree in front of my window. Willow on the wall There is a curved willow on the high wall, swaying in the wind, which worries me for a long time.
Every time I walk through this wall, I feel that my life is oppressed by willows and walls. I wonder how willows grow here. A closer look reveals its secret. It turned out that a short rain trough stretched out from the root of the willow tree. Over the years, the sink has rotted and broken, and the rain has flowed down, just passing through the roots of willow trees.
Because of the wall and water, this willow tree grows day by day. Looking at this willow tree, I suddenly understood that everything has its cause and its fruit. The existence of this willow tree is a miracle, and it also contains some truth.
But I am convinced that this willow will not grow into a big tree after all. Although it can flow so smartly in the wall, how much can it endure? 2 Campus Poetry So, I thought of an aesthetic problem, pure art, its vitality will not last long, and art for art's sake can only enter a dead end. Only when art is rooted in the earth and fertile soil can there be lush scenery. It is raining cats and dogs. Walking in the rain must be poetic, right? However, we live very tired, and we don't always have leisure and elegance. We walk in the garden in the rain, even if we don't care about our own state of mind, don't we consider other people's eyes? It's raining on campus today, but we must go for a walk. Although the rain is fierce and the raindrops are urgent, the green trees washed by the rain are so green that they are really worth appreciating.
There is no umbrella, no rain gear, my hair is wet, my thin shirt is soaked, and the footsteps of walking aggravate the urgency of the rain. The raindrops jumping on the lawn are constantly changing, and the fresh veins make people feel that the world is really happy.
The rain kept falling, and many beads of rain were strung on the branches, and the buds fell one after another. What a pity. The first rain of this new year washed away the residual dust of a winter and knocked down countless budding new cuisines.
Without this rain, many new buds will grow, but without this rain, no new buds will grow. This is the law of nature. It seems a bit wrong to comment on rain utilitarianism.
How can everything be perfect? No matter how good things are, no one will achieve the final satisfaction. Wishful thinking sometimes inevitably hurts each other.