Farewell poems about the alma mater, farewell to the modern poems of the alma mater

Bow deeply and call softly.

Poetry to say goodbye to your alma mater.

I waved my hand gently, and I couldn't shake off the happy time accumulated in five years, and I looked back frequently, and saw your affectionate paragraphs, which always made me stop and hesitate.

Here, the air is fresh, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the trees are shady, and the sound of books is loud.

Here, there are first-class teachers, energetic students, our most precious memories, our most intimate friends, and our most unforgettable learning career.

Here, there are unforgettable hard work during military training, the majestic scenery on the sports field, the colorful memories of the summer camp, the touching scenes of teachers and students overcoming difficulties together during the SARS period, and the arduous final struggle during graduation.

Here, there is the sound of reading aloud in the Chinese class, thinking about it in the math class, the creative art works hanging all over the walls, and the sound of the piano flying in the wind in the room.

Bidding farewell to his alma mater, it is not the sad bag that makes the footsteps heavy, but the sadness of parting;

I can no longer walk on the tree-lined paths of the campus, no longer listen to the birds singing in the bushes, no longer be able to ** life philosophy with my teachers, and no longer be able to talk about life ideals with my classmates.

The withered leaves sandwiched in the diary left unforgettable scenes, messages written to classmates, and group photos collected in the album reproduced the romance and joy when they got along with each other.

Say goodbye, this fiery summer day, left behind, unforgettable reading time.

I have also stood by the rockery pond for a long time, listened to the spring rain gently lapping the treetops by the pool, and also chatted by the small lake, confiding in each other the joys and troubles of learning, and also studied quietly in the classroom, exploring my own dreams in the mountains and seas of books.

The green shade of the campus remembers our beautiful shadows, the paths of the campus have carved our hurried footprints, the stairs of the campus have established our civilized manners, and the playground of the campus has always maintained our vigorous figures.

That little tree, I have personally fertilized it, it has become so strong today, that small flower, I have personally watered it, so it has such a fragrance today, that piece of paper, we gently picked them up, the campus has such a beautiful today, the doors and windows, we carefully wiped it, the campus has such a new image today.

Magnolia, why do you always bloom alone in the season of our parting, Crape myrtle, why do you always remind me of the sorrow of parting.

Plant it, plant a commemorative tree for your alma mater, let the little tree grow with us, plant it, plant an acacia tree for your alma mater, let us work with our alma mater.

At the time of parting, the sweetness and sadness will be ingested into the bottom of the heart at the same time, just because after turning this crossroads of life, you will no longer have this scenery, and everything can only be recalled in dreams.

Goodbye, dear classmates, I want to tell you, think more, strolling around the campus, listening to the whispers of grass, and the conversation of flowers;

Think more, look at the bright red national flag, listen to the simple and philosophical words, think more about galloping on the sports field, fight for the first place in the class, and think more about stepping forward and handing a cup of hot tea to the teacher's hoarse voice.

Think more, think more.

Alma mater, I will be separated from you;

Reluctantly, or reluctantly!

Why should the return be separated? To separate?

From the moment I stepped into the first grade classroom, you were the one who helped me, comforted my young heart, and helped me the most.

Farewell, dear teacher!

It was you who turned me from an ignorant child into a knowledgeable scholar.

Farewell, dear classmates!

It was you who held hands with me, shoulder to shoulder, and walked through six years of study.

Thank you! Thank you!

Farewell, beautiful school building!

It was you who gave me an excellent learning environment and sheltered me from the wind and rain.

Farewell, grassy playground!

It is you, trampled on as we please, giving us the joy of nature.

Farewell, everything in school!

Every day with you has been the best of my life. Recall.

Thank you! Thanks to all!

Farewell, Taka Mori's alma mater!

Thank you for nurturing me!

I will always remember your looks.

Your face is like a mother's smile, which will never linger in my heart!

Looking at this bright and clean classroom, looking at everything that is familiar, thinking that I am about to leave here, I can't help but feel a little sad, the following is a modern poem of my farewell alma mater, welcome to read for reference!

We were so immature in the past, but now we are fruitful.

Just as I was about to leave my alma mater, my blood was boiling, but I couldn't help but feel sad.

Yes! My alma mater! How can I remember you?

Behold, under the shade of the shady willow tree, there used to be our resting figures.

Look, on the big empty playground, there used to be us running.

Look, in that bright classroom, there was a figure of us reading.

The scene of my alma mater is vivid, and I want to stay here!

Yes! My alma mater! How would I describe you?

The teacher is like a sweet spring, nourishing us, the teacher is like a diligent gardener, accompanying us, and the teacher is like a bright star, guiding us.

You have taught us selflessly, but we can't repay you anything, we only hope to be admitted to the ideal junior high school to repay your kindness for your sincere teaching.

Yes! Mine'Alma mater, how can I praise you?

O great alma mater!

It was you who made me understand all the philosophies of life, it was you who made me grow up in happiness, and it was you who gave me my first partner, Split.

You are the best teacher I have.

Trust me, I will definitely remember your teachings and draw the best stroke for the school!

Quietly parting, Jian Yuan's eyes are just like we met quietly.

I chanted affectionately and said goodbye to this joyful campus.

The lonely flower garden is a film in memory.

The tall buildings on Yanyang Road echoed in my mind.

The bell of the playground rings in my ears.

Under the sun, I swayed my youth to the fullest.

Every moment at school is not just a dream.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, we are quietly parting.

Student Assignments In the blink of an eye, six years of primary school life have been quietly completed.

Flow, do you remember?

Six years ago innocent and lively us.

We are gradually becoming mature and sensible.

Do you remember?

In the hot summer, there was a hint of worry in our laughter.

Wound, in the golden autumn when the leaves are fluttering, it is the day when we are separated, but I believe that ——— memories will not be broken.

The bond between us will not be broken, goodbye, alma mater ......

Leaving school is vaguely like in front of me, and the vicissitudes of life have not been realized for thirty years.

Forge ahead with hard work, and work hard to realize your dreams.

I will never forget the teacher's earnest teaching, and I often think about the beauty of my classmates.

Qingshan walks all over the ageless, and looks at the earth and the sky with pride.

Gently, I'm gone.

As I came gently.

To that home in general.

Endless love.

The peach tree in front of the window.

Bring out the infinite fragrance.

A little bit of fragrance is permeating.

Heal the wounds of parting in your heart.

Happy perched birds.

Sing to your heart's content.

The voice is elegant and tactful.

Hopes for June.

A touch under the corner.

It's not grass, it's a dream.

Grow up quickly after the rain.

Conveying our pure dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a ray of sunshine.

Hope to return to the place where the dream began.

Pick a piece of fragrance.

Yearning in the colorful falling.

But that's just a wish.

The summer breeze blew the wound of parting again.

The good times are in the past.

Write only in the atrium of the past time.

Quietly, I left.

As I came quietly.

Looking forward to coming back next time.

It's spring.