If we are flowers, our alma mater is a beautiful garden;
If we are fish, our alma mater is a huge bay.
If we are eagles, our alma mater is the blue sky on the plateau.
Now, it's July, July, what a beautiful season, with colorful flowers everywhere.
Now, we have to say goodbye.
How can I give up on you? Teachers as close as parents. How can I give up on you? Students like brothers.
How can I give up on you? Beautiful and lovely campus.
Teacher, your love is like a spring rain, which can make the desert green;
Your love is like the spring breeze in March, caring for your young heart;
Your love is like a warm river, gently supporting my boat of life.
Teacher, don't say that you have paid too little, let alone that you haven't done well enough.
Without the cultivation in spring, where can you get ten miles of lotus fragrance?
Without your hard work, how can there be tomorrow's glory?
Sent away a batch of pillars and ushered in a batch of seedlings.
Your hair is white, your wrinkles are deep and your eyes are blurred.
All these, we keep in mind. Nowadays, a thousand words have become a force for people to struggle.
May our struggle,
Can add new light to you!
Looking back on the process of growth,
This is a sea full of joy.
Dear classmates, I hope you haven't forgotten the time we spent together day and night.
Classroom debate, crazy stadium, candlelight singing.
All this is worth remembering.
Six years, six years seems to be just a moment.
Now, it is time to leave. Let's shake hands and look after each other. Wherever fate takes us,
This friendship will last forever!
Goodbye, classmates, every grass will leave our affection.
Goodbye, teachers, every inch of land will remember our joy.
Goodbye, dear alma mater, every big tree will engrave our ideals.
Don't cry, there is still plenty of time. After many years, when we meet, we will definitely create more glory!
Goodbye, alma mater!
Please believe that today I am proud of 2 1 century!
Tomorrow, 2 1 century will be proud of us!
Chapter two: Appreciation of primary school graduation poems.
One day in June
The exam is over.
All candidates write down.
There is an unknown emotion in the air.
Primary school life ended like this.
It's like having a long dream.
Wake up
It's time to say goodbye
the other day
When we left,
Everything goes back to the original film sample.
Those who are always with you.
No more classrooms will be filled neatly.
scalar
In this summer.
In this gardenia blooming season
Suddenly forgot
What kind of beginning was that?
Six years ago in September.
Look carefully and find out the answer.
At the other end of the visit, I was vaguely seen.
And my original friends and classmates.
The first minute of nervous expectation.
All the originals
Freeze into a picture of memory
From then on, the story began.
If you put everyone's stories together,
The story is very long. We made several turns at 23 degrees north latitude.
Growing up makes our teenagers white.
Maybe the story is ordinary.
But for the owner of the story,
Never forget.
Physical education class's sportswear
Wet with sweat over and over again.
Swing in the storm of memory
Shine in the sun
We complain that school uniforms are ugly.
But he developed various functions.
wipe the table
shut out the rain
It brings us warmth when it is cold.
In the future, everything can be easily discarded.
Only school uniforms are something we can't bear to throw away.
Souvenirs that can no longer be worn.
One reference book after another
exercise book
We tried to tear it apart.
But I bought one book after another.
sigh with emotion
There are too many questions.
Life is but a span.
Before you know it, you will see the last page.
scalar
Arrange books by the pound
Suddenly found that each one is unique.
sky
There are long and short.
flower
Openness and decline
From then on, it only opens in memory.
Will it happen again?
The sky is so blue.
This tree is too green.
Can we still be so idle and daze?
Gradually
It seems that we can't be as happy as when we were children.
Short time
Whose is it?
smiling face
Chapter three: Appreciation of primary school graduation poems.
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.
Chapter four: Appreciation of primary school graduation poems.
Sunshine,
Through the downpour,
Hit him in the face.
It smells damp,
Like my heart,
Don't know what to say.
Think of good words,
Keep it in your heart.
Deep blessing,
Have a nice trip,
Worth a thousand words.
Familiar street corner,
Draw a line.
Leaving profligate teenagers behind,
Dot a mature face.
The sadness in my heart,
Pour out tears,
In the corner of my eye,
Youth is bitter.
Towering buildings,
Go to a strange road.
I'm afraid of being in a hurry,
Afraid of waking up the campus dream.
There was a dead silence,
This is not the temperature I want.
Long and narrow years,
Changed the scene,
Everything is a shadow.
A straight cloister,
Numbers in twos and threes,
Time to break ground.
Dare not touch black and white keys,
The voice is so lonely,
Can't sing,
The joys and sorrows of youth are inseparable from singing.
Chapter five: Appreciation of primary school graduation poems.
If the autumn wind does not come, the dust will not rise. Your dream is like a lonely city.
Gently, gently, I walked through the city,
I'm afraid my loud call will crush my dream.
Is the dazzling dew in the dream an angel's tear?
Time, why are you so heartless,
The flower is so beautiful, how can I bear to make it blush?
Autumn wind, why are you so overbearing,
The rice is so straight, how can you bear to bend it?
Sunset, why do you have everything?
At night, why did you block the light?
Yiren, why did you freeze all your memories?
Quietly, quietly, I slipped from my dream,
Trying to take away the flowers that once belonged to me,
The flower mosquito who stole the kiss broke the dream kiss.