Class XX bid farewell to the poetry recital of his alma mater.
Farewell, alma mater!
Bow deeply,
Call softly ...
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!
(2)
Hello, everyone, I am a student of grade X, and I am about to leave this beautiful alma mater. In these X years, I have tasted the ups and downs. In the first grade, I was naive and gradually became a learned student. Every second at school, my knowledge is increasing. Before you know it, it will be X years, and you will go to XX in a blink of an eye.
In this X year, acid may rank third for me. Because I have made many good friends, how happy we are to study and play in the same environment! I hate leaving my good friends, but I hope they can go to a good middle school.
Sweet, will be in the first place. Teachers are giving us endless knowledge every day, just like my sister and brother, telling me that I can learn to exercise myself in difficulties and make myself a strong person.
Bitter, will be ranked second. Every day at school, I want to go to the library to read and recharge my batteries in my spare time. There are so many books in the library, should they all be confined? In fact, students in different classes want to enrich themselves and enrich their knowledge in the library. I'm leaving this beautiful alma mater. Can you realize my little wish? Although I left my alma mater, my sister and brother need to enrich themselves!
Spicy, that is, I am about to leave here. I want to leave my words to my alma mater as much as possible: Alma mater, you are more beautiful every day. You brought me into this beautiful world. I really want to grow up with you!
Alma mater, thank you.
(3)
I will graduate tomorrow (reading the manuscript at the graduation party)
Time flies, passing by us.
Years are like songs, engraved in our hearts.
Remember that old chair under the tree.
It used to support you silently.
Remember that old box in the corner of the classroom?
It once shared your fatigue.
How many infatuated days and nights
How many sleepless nights
How much excitement of victory and failure
How much do I feel alone?
The sun shines on my endless happiness.
Winter has sharpened my strong will.
An unforgettable bitter confidant.
That's your eternal beauty
Can't forget the efforts of * * *
That is our eternal precious memory.
Many yesterdays
Everything is not in the memory, not in the calendar, not in the luggage.
Silence in the sunset today.
So as not to make any noise accidentally.
Tomorrow, I will roll down the stairs of the dormitory building layer by layer.
The last class is to say goodbye to the teacher.
The last exam is to say goodbye to school.
The final graduation thesis defense is a farewell to students' career.
We will graduate tomorrow.
Four years. Four years is actually like this.
Like a thread-bound book
On sunny or cloudy days.
Soaked by mountain spring water, the neon age is concentrated.
We went through the pages.
Look at Hanwu in Qin Huang.
Look at the pigeons in Guanguan.
Look at the layers of forest.
Brilliant years, four years of elegance.
How many trials and tribulations, how many struggles.
I am about to bid farewell to the tranquility of the ivory tower.
Go to the wider world to travel and fight.
Build a blue dream in the time tunnel
Establish a firm belief in the long river of years
Where is farther than the sea and where is higher than the sky.
Fly your dreams and burn your hopes.
We will graduate tomorrow.
Not all flowers
Can be a pet in spring.
Not all dreams
Is so charming
Fate! It could be the idol.
Youth is a seed that must go up.
When the sky meets the clouds, the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance.
Advance on the road of growth
Blue lightning flashed across the thorny wilderness.
Let's hold the whip of time and catch up with success.
Fly your dreams and burn your hopes.
We will graduate tomorrow.
Four years. Four years is not far away.
The season of staying awake for the fever of lovesickness is not far away.
It is not far away to be intoxicated by the night when Shenzhou VI soars.
Poetry is not far, dreams are not far, and the wind in my hometown is not far.
It was yesterday that was far away.
Thick commemorative album, full of parting locks and lovesickness.
It's childhood that hasn't grown up, and tomorrow that can't sing.
There is helplessness and joy.
I have always been confused and imagined.
I've always been lonely and full.
I have been bored and excited.
Graduation is not a ship returning to Hong Kong, but a sail.
Graduation is not the end of study, but the beginning of a new life.
Before leaving his alma mater
Leave a bright smile and a deep memory.
Bring the best memories of college.
March towards a new life journey
Bring the best memories of college.
March towards a new life journey
We will graduate tomorrow.
It will be exposed tomorrow.
In the rainy season in the warm south
In the occasional smile.
In the advertisement of recruiting talents in northwest Hainan Island.
Tomorrow is a season.
Outside all seasons, outside yesterday and today.
It will be postmarked and sent to the campus tomorrow.
I hope to get a ticket without a seat number.
Catch the train running on time
Sail to the plains or mountains in the morning sun or late rain.
Drive out of the distant horizon of my hometown
We will graduate tomorrow!
Goodbye alma mater
I am about to graduate and bid farewell to my dear alma mater. At this moment, I am full of deep attachment. I can't bear to part with 110 thousand, but we walked away silently.
Walking alone in my alma mater in the morning, I carefully observed every corner here.
Every grass and tree here shook their heads at me in the breeze, as if to say goodbye to friends who have lived together for nearly six years. The flowers here are still so delicate and charming, the grass is still so green, and the flowers come in waves. Willow branches naturally fell to the ground ... I was intoxicated, which reminded me: in the spring breeze, we played here.
Stepping into the classroom where we spent six years together, my eyes went straight to the blackboard, colorful pictures and beautiful words behind the classroom. I haven't exercised much for several years. To this end, I have a gratified smile on my face!
The desks and chairs in the classroom are still neatly placed, but they all look so old and the creases on them are so deep that I can't help walking to the seat in front of me, sitting down and staring at the blackboard. With a hint of joy, I seem to be listening to the teacher carefully and paying attention ... It took me a long time to wake up from my fantasy. I stood up slowly and walked out of this spacious and bright classroom with heavy steps.
My footsteps echoed in the campus.
Walking to the playground, there are several willows planted by ourselves. After our hard cultivation, they are thriving. This is our hope, and I hope it will thrive.
Think about yourself, think about these trees, aren't they very similar? Whether it is cold or hot, they always grow like that. We are a new generation across the century. We should learn more useful knowledge, further study the motherland and become useful talents for the motherland. Besides, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
Suddenly, my confidence doubled, and I stood up and cheered up. I think the sky is higher and bluer, the clouds are whiter, the sun is shining golden, the flowers are brighter, the trees are greener and everything is better.
I looked at the five-star red flag flying high in the campus and said affectionately: Thank you, alma mater! Goodbye!
At this moment, I feel refreshed and relaxed, and I also know what to do in the future. Thinking of this, I left with light steps. ......