However, it's a pity that my youth, every graduation season, is delivered to parting. The following is a review article suitable for graduation brought by Inspirational.com for your reference.

Endless thunderstorms have sworn the sovereignty of summer, which seems to prove that the tenderness of spring has really faded. Only the deepest attachment in April is buried in the hot and humid spring mud, guarding the next summer. April on earth is only an occasional dream, and it is impossible to meet. Just like the upcoming graduation season, half happy and half worried, the summer heat wave swept the flowers in the ivory tower.

Are you online? Lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face? Before the arrival of June, the shallow new tip in the pool will kiss dozens of feet of water. Only then will the faint lotus fragrance quietly come to the world, causing slight ripples, lingering in the warmth of May and disappearing for a long time. A fleeting moment, heartless. Until many years later, we still don't forget to indulge in the fragrant summer. Only then will our youth no longer be in its heyday!

Indus flowers bloom the most this month, and clusters of apricot yellow are covered with indus branches that have accumulated infinite thoughts in autumn. The wind is blowing and swaying. This season, Mulan dominates the steaming of the moon, and the aroma has fermented the whole summer night, which is refreshing and you can't refuse it at all. Youth fluttering around the white skirt, covered with clothes and temples, accumulated over time, quietly crushed in the years like water. I was intoxicated with my body and mind in the gift brewing of one person in May, and fell asleep in the bleak and floating life of this evening.

In the dizzy warm summer every day, the high walls of the teaching building are covered with green to shiny Parthenocissus tricuspidata, which is lush. Every time I look up at the crumbling green buildings in the scorching sun, I feel like crying. I was shocked. I was small in the dust at that moment, even worse than a vine with strong vitality. This feeling lingers for a long time in this season. This feeling of regret will only increase when graduation comes. Playing fidgety and anxious will grind you a thousand times in your heart, knocking and grinding every inch of your heart carefully and making you change your pride.

On May Day, before Xia Yue's farewell song was played, our overflowing youth seemed inexhaustible forever. Last graduation season, it was a long time ago. That restless season robbed me of so much affection, and now I can wave goodbye with a straight face, even though my heart is surging. However, it's a pity that my youth, every graduation season, is delivered to parting. Every time I think about this, I always regret that my intestines are green, but I am helpless and never tired of it!

There is a deep sadness in the years. And those who are sad, we will eventually pass away the youth and the youth that has passed away.

May is a light summer, and the graduation season is full of tung flowers. There is a faint sadness flowing in youth, which passes through the dense buttonwood leaves and melts in the falling apricot yellow. Since then, the loess has died, just like the sand at the fingertips, half buried and half returned to dust, and finally disappeared without a trace. Wait for the next year, wait another year, and so on. Many years later, our temples will be frosty and white-haired. At that time, I'm afraid we'll never find the age when May was full of youth. Therefore, we can only recall and grieve in Wang Chun's green and white patches, and then grow old and die in memory, and there is nowhere to be found.

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Woman: Finally, the last exam of the college entrance examination is over. Rushing out of school surrounded by parents, do you still remember that summer? 20xx June 8th.

M: Finally, the voice phone reported the final total score. On that morning, because of that good grade, my parents were all smiles. Do you remember that summer? 20xx June 23rd.

Woman: I finally got the admission notice, which impressively says Fuzhou University. Do you remember that summer? July 2, 20051day.

Man: Finally, I stepped into the long-awaited Duff, with a big bag in my hand. Do you remember that summer? September 2005 17.

W: Next, for the first time in all universities.

M: The first time I took a book to help my roommate occupy a seat;

Female: It's my first time to ride a five-dollar motorcycle;

M: It's the first time to buy a black car in Yang Xia Xincun.

Woman: It's the first time to go back to China from Yonghui Supermarket with everyone.

M: This is the first time I have experienced such a large-scale recruitment activity.

Woman: The first time I received a long-distance call from home, I said to myself, don't cry, but the tears have already reached my eyes.

Male: In September 2005, military training arrived first.

Woman: I seem to have forgotten those scorching sun.

M: I don't seem to remember the smell of sweat;

Woman: After this year, all I can remember is the sound of the instructor breaking gongs.

Man: After this year, all I can think of is loud military songs. Unity is strength? .

W: Then, I finally have my own computer, my own ip, and more and more ftp resources.

M: However, it seems that I gradually forgot my promise to my parents, downloaded several TV dramas and installed Warcraft.

W: Then Grade Four came quietly.

M: I haven't turned over the vocabulary manual, and I haven't done any real questions over the years, so I can only take CET-4 naked.

W: In the second semester of my sophomore year, the topic of specialization began to spread. It occurred to me for the first time? Separate?

M: From now on, does it mean that we can never sit at the back of the classroom and watch beautiful women together?

W: From now on, does that mean that you can't study the distance between the classroom and the dormitory with your roommates when choosing courses?

From now on, does it mean that four people can't share a reference book anymore?

In September 2007, I walked to the door of my junior year with an old sigh.

W: The regular meeting of the student union has been deleted from my schedule forever, and no matter how lively the student activities are, they can't stir up any waves in my life.

M: I seem to have forgotten how keen I am to wave the flag for my club in the third district square.

Female: In September 2008, I bid farewell to the old year and welcomed the new year.

M: In the end, I became the boss of undergraduates.

W: But those who hesitate, those who are sentimental, those who hesitate, have gradually become young and frivolous.

Like a wild goose crossing the sky, I suddenly left a sigh.

Then. . .

M: There is a stack of postgraduate entrance examination materials on the desk.

W: There are some company profiles in the computer.

M: Channel Talent Network has also become the home page of IE.

W: Let's pass Band 4 and Band 6 first.

M: Take the postgraduate entrance examination first, and then worry about the work.

W: Let's go to Xiamen and confirm the internship unit.

M: It's just decided things always change periodically.

Woman: I'm still at a loss about the choice;

M: I am still very uncertain about the future.

W: I used to think the world was beautiful and my wish would come true.

M: However, until one resume after another, it all sank into the sea.

W: I didn't know the result until every letter I received was opened.

M: I is the only one left in the postgraduate entrance examination alliance.

W: I finally know that not everyone in this world can get what they want.

Woman: In July 2009, I graduated, I graduated, and (together) we graduated! !

W: Everything that has happened, is happening and hasn't happened will become the past.

M: There are parties and farewells on campus every summer, but this year it's our turn. Four years later, what is noisy here is actually a farewell party.

W: Yes, it's June. All the good things are over. Looking back on yesterday, the lush years are scattered all over the place, just like today, our youth will also end.

Man: Yes, it's June. We can keep our memories, but we can't keep our time. We can't see each other, but we can see parting. We once said that we should leave calmly and smartly, but our emotions are like thick ink dripping on paper, which can't be suppressed.

W: Now, everything has happened, and nothing seems to have happened yet.

Man: I'm twenty-three. I just turned around, but everything seems to have gone.

W: Maybe in the future, I will never live in a place called Fu College Student Apartment again.

M: Maybe in the future, I will never give you a phone number starting with 8742 again.

W: Maybe in the future, I'll never get an email from No.2 Xueyuan Road again.

W: Maybe, we can only stop here.

Maybe we have to leave.

M: If possible, I will have another fierce battle with my roommates tonight. After today, no one will argue with you that bask in the quilt will help you collect your clothes, and no six people will use the same key to open the same DOTA.

W: If possible, go for a walk with him on the Fang Jing Bridge again tonight. The breeze is blowing, and the watery night is very gentle. This may be the last love with him.

M: If I can, I really want to study in the East Building again. All-night lights and stalls in the front row.

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Today, we are about to graduate, and standing here, our hearts are surging.

This is not graduation, but the beginning of our struggle;

How sad we are today, how sad we are,

This is not parting, we will come back again.

More is endless gratitude and gratitude.

Thank God for choosing us,

We are so lucky that we have embarked on the road to knowledge.

Dear teacher, thank you for being like a loving mother.

Bring us warmth and care,

Give us the courage to persist in the long journey;

Thanks to the temple managers and the godmothers who are unknown and conscientious,

Inject those pious Nie Tie and hard sweat.

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That year, when I walked into the campus,

Simple houses, abandoned courtyards,

Suddenly broke my dream when I was young,

Lost, sad,

Layer upon layer makes my heart cool

Cabbage and potatoes are hard to swallow.

Keywords acclimatization, mosquito bite,

How many grievances, how many homesickness,

Suddenly turned into tears, gurgling, line by line.

Young, arrogant,

Rebellion, resistance,

Conflicts and quarrels with teachers,

And boring pranks

Trying to escape,

I want to stay,

A handful of clear water washes away the soul.

The Koran is melodious and infiltrates the heart.

Bow down, fear, tears,

Lord!

Only your guidance is my greatest happiness.

Lord!

Only your happiness is my lifelong yearning.

Put on your robe, put on your turban,

Walking in the winding pavilion, kneeling in the solemn chapel.

Chanting, ringing by the tree in the morning.

Dot ink, record writing, and send out the fragrance of true knowledge.

From then on, my heart was full of faith, and I began to set sail;

The sacred road of ancestors is dotted all over the sky.

Shine on my heart, and I become strong in following.

Fasting, night worship,

Help the kitchen, clean up,

We live and grow together,

I still remember the season when I first left my parents.

I met you who handed me the warm water soup bottle.

How grateful and moved,

A shallow smile.

Treasured in my memory forever;

Remember the sweet day of the first Ramadan,

Chewing the smell of home,

Teacher, aunt, make us good food.

Savor carefully and have a long aftertaste.

Teacher, you are like our family.

Campus, you are my second hometown.

I still remember the first time I opened the Mo Xiang textbook.

Write your name on the title page,

My heart flies to the temple of faith.

I still remember the first time the teacher asked questions.

Stand up in horror, nervous, shy, shy,

The teachings of the Koran are deeply engraved in my mind.

Remember that the water in the dam pond dried up that year.

Strong thirst, abnormal anxiety,

Remember, we pray and hope together,

Lord! Please put the shower down quickly.

Thunder rumbled, rain poured down,

And we just want to stand quietly in the rain for a long time.

Let the tears of gratitude flow freely.

The noble messenger said in the hadith:

If you don't thank the minority, you won't thank the majority;

People who don't thank others will not thank Allah!

Let's say with gratitude: praise the Lord!

We say affectionately: take care, teacher!

Warm wind and spring

Printed on the winding wood grain of the desk.

Teachers' hard pen tips,

Open up the road of life belief.

Today, you may cry,

But that's not sadness, that's a farewell song;

Today, we broke up,

But it's not lost. This is eternal wealth.

Let's go. It's just time.

Proximity, the only belief,

It is engraved with beautiful lines.

We have a future,

Since then, I have taken the same steps.

Spread the true light of faith.

We have dreams,

With the teacher's deep trust,

Continue the long struggle.

The past is vague,

Years are long.

Sisters who are about to wave goodbye,

The leaving campus.

Let's do it again,

Spread out slowly,

This enlightening book,

Listen carefully,

Tears immediately spilled all over the clothes.

This shapes the rhythm of the soul.

Understand the forgotten past around you,

Feel the ambiguity of the traces left by the years. & lt Lotus Hill Stadium ~ Sketch >

Xiao, when you write these two words,

It's like opening an old photo album

Dawn and dusk, bright or dark,

Or noisy or deserted day and night.

Looking through them one by one,

Relive it bit by bit,

Let the memory gradually infiltrate the teacher and our eyes.

Goodbye!

A school,

This is only a short separation,

Because we still have a long way to go,

Although I am far away,

But our hearts are together,

Go on,

Teacher,

Your teachings will still ring in my ears,

Praise God and thank the teacher.

Thanks to the school.

The best place to grow up in our life!

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