Is there a modern poem about praising my alma mater, I m in a hurry

Graduated and left his alma mater. Reluctantly. I would like to dedicate a poem to my alma mater in the past.

Who is it that holds the red sun rising.

Who is it that cultivates seedlings to participate in the clouds.

Who is it that gives birth to graceful flowers.

It's you, the unpretentious alma mater.

It is you, the alma mater of selfless dedication.

In four years. It's you who laugh with us.

In four years. It's you who play with us.

In four years. You are the one who gives you knowledge.

When we walk towards you.

It's you who keep us in the endless world. Swim in the ocean of knowledge.

When we walk towards you.

It is you who guide us on the course of life.

When we walk towards you.

You've helped us lay a rock-solid foundation.

We thought about it for a long time, and we decided.

Yes! Alma mater. The cradle of life!

Yes! Alma mater. The cornerstone of life!

Yes! Alma mater. Sail the coordinates!

Like my mother's alma mater, thank you for nurturing us.

Gave us the Fantasia.

Farewell, alma mater.

The songs and laughter of those four years live in our hearts.

Farewell, alma mater.

The ups and downs of those four years are recalled in our hearts.

Farewell, alma mater.

Those six years of vigor bloomed on our faces.

Farewell, alma mater, we will always remember you!

A poem dedicated to his alma materOver here. There are first-class teachers.

Energetic.

Over here. There is a land expo park that brings together scenic spots from all over the world.

There is a biological garden planted with exotic flowers and plants from all over the world.

Over here. There are our most cherished memories.

Had our most memorable junior high school career.

There are our closest friends.

Over here. There is the unforgettable hard work of our military training.

There is the arduous final struggle of our junior high school.

In this beautiful campus.

Affectionate and righteous. There are joys and sorrows.

I will always love you – a poem dedicated to my alma mater.

Hang your name cherry blossom on your chest every day.

I can feel your great love.

You will always be my forest.

I am a tiny seed.

My mind sprouts in your care.

Every time I look up to you.

Your shoulders are like a wooden house.

Accommodates blue sky and white clouds.

I imagined that we could stand together forever.

All beautiful early mornings and nights.

Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.

Until today. I grew into a moving tree.

Relive the love you gave me.

I'm going to be like you.

In the wind and rain of the years.

Feel free to stand in a corner of your life.

A shade of green is formed.

Memories of his alma materAlma mater, it is you who nurture the future of the motherland, alma mater, it is you who will bring the next generation, alma mater, it is you who let me learn knowledge, it is you who let me understand the joy of learning.

I'm like a flower that's just growing. Xiaohua, it was you who gave me the soil, it was you who gave me clear water, I grew up in your arms, I studied in your arms, it was you who let me know what to do, it was you who didn't let me grow up to be idle, it was you who made me know the mysteries of the world, thank you, my alma mater.

It was you who made me, a lost bird, find my partner again and find my home, ah, my alma mater would like to thank you again, it was you who made me know the importance of learning, it was you who provided me with a learning environment, my alma mater, I am about to leave, you will always be buried in the depths of my soul!

I will always love you – 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 seed of a smile.

My mind sprouts in your care.

Every time I look up to you.

Your household is like a house of wood.

Accommodates blue sky and white clouds.

I imagined that we could stand together forever.

All beautiful early mornings and nights.

Wake up silently at your feet and go to sleep.

Until today. I grew into a moving tree.

Relive the love you gave me.

I'm going to be like you.

In the wind and rain of the years.

Feel free to stand in a corner of your life.

A shade of green is formed.

Yes! Dear campus, I want to gently pluck a cloud, but how can a small cloud compare to your beauty and whiteness.

I want to tear off a piece of the sky gently, but he is so far away, how can he compare to the kindness and warmth you bring to people.

I want to gently take a flower, but how can its color compare to the brilliant colors you have lit up our lives.

Yes! Dear campus, you have given us a wonderful environment and arranged the best teachers, so that we, the little flowers, can better suck the nectar of knowledge.

I love the teacher, she is the engineer of the human soul, she works tirelessly for us, this diligent gardener is with her big beads of sweat, watering us seedlings, expecting us to grow into towering trees.

I love my classmates, the flowers of friendship are all over the mountains, and the fragrance makes us feel loved by our side.

Love by your side, love in your heart, ah! Dear campus, you have let us understand the history and let us appreciate Lu Xun's patriotism, Marie Curie's dedication, and Lei Feng's selfless dedication.

Yes! Dear campus, you have let us appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, the green of the West Lake, and the strange beauty of Baotu Spring.

Yes! Dear campus, you have taught me to be a human being and to caring.

Yes! Dear campus, no matter how far I go, I will not erase my love for you in my heart!

There is a magical place that makes us grow happily.

It is the alma mater.

When I first walked through the doors of my alma mater, I was just a young and ignorant child;

But when I walked out of the gate of my alma mater, I became a teenager with knowledge.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle;

In the blink of an eye, I was about to step out of the door of my alma mater and enter the threshold of secondary school.

Yes! Alma mater. If I were a painter, I would grace my alma mater with the most beautiful lines;

If I were a composer, I would compose a hymn with the most beautiful notes;

If I were a poet, I would praise the school with the most beautiful verses!

Goodbye, alma mater!

Goodbye, teacher!