Modern poems about graduation are urgent

"Graduation Season".The most beautiful flower I have ever seen, is your graffiti on the desk, no ticking of the clock, but time has not stopped, I am very concerned in the distance, and later, as imagined, we all ran to the distance, said to be for the dream, in fact, it is young and frivolous, you love the fallen leaves of ginkgo, went to the north, I love the charming water town, and you parted ways, went through the spring and summer, and saw the prosperity.

Graduation season, that is, the season of graduation, mainly refers to June to July every year.

Graduation season is a beautiful yearning for youth, especially among middle school students, after experiencing the heavy college entrance examination, put down thick books, abandon complicated exercises, and enjoy the fun of nature under the clear blue sky, quiet groves, charming beaches and other beautiful landscapes, which is also the best consolation for three years of high school life.

Poetry Appreciation Introduction] In the days when we get together on campus, we have the most cherished friendship; In our young years, we have the most sincere acquaintance, and this fate is worth cherishing. Below I will share with you a modern poem about graduation, welcome to read!

【Chapter 1】There are modern poems about graduation

This day is still coming to this dry branch, and they want to run towards their own tomorrow.

No one can replace you and those youthful years.

Along the way, we have joined hands and written the poems of dreams with sweat and tears, and exchanged laughter and glory for a vow.

Forever take Qijiu to remember each other's fate, and after graduation, we must be brave and relieved to chase our respective dreams, because each other's memories are each other.

After graduation, I said that we would be strong and not shed tears, but I still cried in the end.

【Chapter 2】There are modern poems about graduation

Three years of attachment, three years of day and night, three years of heart to heart, with the advent of graduation, is about to end all the ups and downs of the past three years, the end of all the tears of love for the past three years, from now on, you and I are the straight line after the intersection has never paid the rent set.

Maybe I should be glad that we still have something in common.

You can breathe the same amount of oxygen, and maybe one of them will be yours.

Standing on the same ground, perhaps, the place where I stood was the one you stepped on.

Reminiscing about the same past, because we share memories that we will never forget.

【Chapter 3】There are modern poems about graduation

Gentle footsteps, stepping on the heart door of parting.

I just want to stop the road ahead and stop permanently.

Remember, it's still the same ignorance, the same innocence.

Walking along the path of the campus, it is another dream in the blink of an eye.

Ahead is the fog, and you can't find your southeast, my northwest.

Also, the teacher's concern is in my heart.

【Chapter 4】There are modern poems about graduation

The cool wind blows deep shades of green.

Blowing a thick and faint red.

I walked through it as usual.

I never knew that these dreams were more beautiful than precious.

I'm a stupid passerby.

Dreaming every day.

I don't cherish every moment I wake up.

I'm another over-the-top passerby.

I always hope that today is still yesterday.

It also rejects the possibility that the future will become the present.

They walked away with the fragrance.

Joyful smiles were on their faces.

Their smiles broke into my heart.

My sorrows have finally broken down.

The future is not a fertile land.

No one can dig out a miracle from it.

Confusion and hesitation are the heaviest baggage of the moment.

On the way to pursue ideals.

Positive energies will come together with us.

If I hadn't given up on myself.

It's still too late.

Graduation, difficult to part, classmates, strong friendship, send blessings, wish smooth, send greetings, wish wishes, wish, wish good luck, pray silently, hope auspicious, send text messages, say goodbye, I and you, classmates, like the sea is deep, after graduation, often contact. The following is a modern poem I prepared for you about graduation, I hope you enjoy it.

Write down the words. Scratched wounds.

Indelible thoughts.

A thousand knots that can't be untied.

A fallen leaf.

Who knows what it looks like?

It used to be accompanied by flowers in the spring.

It used to hold up the shade of greenery in the summer.

It also sleeps in the snow in the winter.

The birds are looking.

A warm home in winter.

People saw the countless sentimentality of Chashi.

Every graduation trip.

It's like the migration of birds.

It's not the way back that stops.

Rather, it is a transit station.

The alma mater is a tree.

Graduates are like fallen leaves.

Autumn is the season of falling leaves.

Summer is graduation season.

Fallen leaves are sent by the autumn breeze.

The leaves are as light as the wind is sent away.

Graduation is unattended.

How many people there are. Separation is as long as it gets.

Lend you a pen.

You don't have to pay it back. As long as we can still meet.

will not forget.

There used to be a pen.

Makes you write down so many secrets.

My memories about you.

I don't speak. I could only laugh.

If you don't laugh, you can only suffer yourself.

A gust of wind blew.

The best feeling.

In the sun. The cool wind blows deep shades of green.

Blowing thick and faint'Red.

I walked through it as usual.

I never knew that these dreams were more beautiful than precious.

I'm a stupid passerby.

Dreaming every day.

I don't cherish every moment I wake up.

I'm another over-the-top passerby.

I always hope that today is still yesterday.

It also rejects the possibility that the future will become the present.

They walked away with the fragrance.

Joyful smiles were on their faces.

Their smiles broke into my heart.

My sorrows have finally broken down.

The future is not a fertile land.

No one can dig out a miracle from it.

Confusion and hesitation are the heaviest baggage of the moment.

On the way to pursue ideals.

Positive energies will come together with us.

If I hadn't given up on myself.

It's still too late.

This is the modern poem I prepared for you about graduation, the class lost the conversation and the limb table left memories, the chalk wrote down the thoughts, the blackboard recorded the friendship, the classroom treasured the diary, every time I look back, not passing by, but cherishing each other. Happy Graduation!