Poems for Year 6 about I love our school

I love my alma mater.

So. I want to give Baiyun to my alma mater.

But Baiyun is not as beautiful and holy as his alma mater.

I want to give the sky to my alma mater.

But the sky is not as warm as the alma mater.

I would like to send flowers to my alma mater.

But the flowers are not as bright and gorgeous as the alma mater.

I love my alma mater.

So. I love my beloved teachers.

Because they are diligent gardeners.

Watering our young saplings with sweat.

I love my alma mater.

So. I love my dear classmates.

Because they are encouraging smiles.

Encourage us, the fragile flowers.

I love my alma mater.

So. I love my alma mater.

I love the neat desks at my alma mater.

I love the fragrant flowers of my alma mater.

I love the wide playground of my alma mater.

I love the jolly fish of my alma mater.

I love my mother, Jane, everything in the school.

Beckon. Look at your alma mater in tears.

Look at the alma mater in the dazzle.

Don't. My dear alma mater.

Sixth grade of Xibao Primary School, Huaiyin District, Jinan, Shandong: Fan Tian.

Blazing campus.

We came laughing.

Bright eyes.

Filled with endless anticipation.

Noisy campus.

We let out the catharsis.

Fiery feelings.

Bloom the splendor of life.

Turquoise campus.

We are ignorant.

Publicize the brilliance of life.

Appreciate the limitless amount of knowledge.

Pleasant. Campus.

We're full of harvests.

Savor the mystery of knowledge.

Looking forward to the new school year.

Colorful campus.

We are all with each other.

Feel the camaraderie of your classmates.

I love – my campus.

I love you, unpretentious campus.

I love you, the campus where you teach.

Under the camphor tree, the sound of reading aloud echoed for a while.

In that spacious playground, the figures of once and once athletes were floating.

The campus is a paradise for students to learn.

The campus, a time for friends to get together.

Achieving a paradise for students to learn, a time for friends to get together, when did the sound of reading aloud echo I love you.

Campus. Under that camphor tree.

I love you, there was a time when the figure of an athlete was floating.

Campus, a campus for teaching and nurturing people.

In that spacious playground, unpretentious campus.

Time flies, and the years are merciless. In the blink of an eye, I was a sixth-grader. In the past seven years in school, I have changed from a little girl who has nothing to do, to a class cadre who can think independently and be aggressive, and from a playful child to a good student who is diligent and inquisitive.

In the past seven years, I have found that I have changed, my teachers have changed, and our little world, the campus, has changed.

Ah, I love my alma mater. Thank you!