Poetry for Graduation Recitation

There is a promise between us

Promised not to cry at graduation

Your tears

will put me in a daze

Previous friendships

will fade away over time

and be forgotten.

Promise me

I won't cry when I graduate

I won't let the teardrops fall

I'll keep it forever

I'll hide it in my heart ......

I said I wouldn't cry when I graduated

I'll be sorry for the tears in my eyes

I'll feel sorry for the tears in my eyes.

The closeness of the past

will disappear with the distance

Promise me

I won't cry at graduation

I won't let the sadness overflow my heart

I'll keep it forever

In my heart ......

I said I won't cry at graduation

I won't cry at graduation

I'm not going to cry at graduation. We agreed not to cry at graduation

Don't let my tears

Flow at this moment

"Elementary School Graduation Song"

This is the beginning, not the end

Rough seas ahead are rougher

So impulsive are ours,

Ending this moment, ushering in the next!

Our paths are not **** the same,

We wait and look forward to the next encounter.

This class was once noisy,

This class was once happy,

This class was once quarrelsome,

This class was once touching.

The second class of the sixth grade, (I'm from the second class)

Yangfangdian five primary schools, (you can change it to your own school)

The place where the dream begins!

Every time I step through the door of the campus,

Every time, I see familiar faces.

Six years, not too long and not too short,

Life on campus is always so pleasant!

How many trials and tribulations have we gone through,

An unintelligent little rascal has grown up, matured and understood.

We are sometimes bitter,

We are sometimes lonely,

We are sometimes sad,

We are sometimes aggrieved,

Ultimately happy and pleasant.

Getting together is destiny, but getting together means getting separated,

Difficulties are trials, but behind the trials is success.

Friends! The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your classmates! There is no need to be sad,

Fate means getting together next time!

Friends

On the river of years,

there will be many, many more.

The red leaves when we met,

will also fade?

Let me put the silent language,

Melt into the wind of Jiangnan -----

Farewell for you .......

This book of classmates,

will be the shadow of my life,

which sincerely notes down all my memorable things.

Looking back to yesterday,

I should have a clear conscience;

Facing today,

I should be confident;

Looking ahead,

I should cherish it.

A beautiful life is a combination of opportunity and sweat,

is the crystallization of bravery and wisdom.

Let the pages of life,

always remember the warmth of the sunshine of the heart.

Although this is only a small piece of paper,

but it cohesion of my infinite Xiang and love!

More than one person

More than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person, more than one person.

Mo leave, mo leave.

In our lives,

How many strange lives have there been,

just missing each other head-on,

not even a chance to look at each other.

Let the life of the written,

always remember the warmth of the sunlight that ignited the heart.

There are always some joyful shots,

hidden in the corner of the memory,

inadvertently gently lifted,

shaking down a room of depression!

Graduation, goodbye

This day or to this day,

To run to their respective tomorrow.

No one can replace the separate you,

and that period of youth.

Along the way we have been hand in hand,

with sweat and tears to write down the dream of poetry,

with laughter and honor in exchange for a vow.

Permanently remember each other's destiny,

We graduated,

To be brave and assured to go after our respective dreams,

Because of each other's memory of their respective promises.

Graduation,

said good each other are strong not to shed tears,

but finally still cried.

Hot Xia days

As hot as the day's rod

Shining like a flower

Witnessing the youth of the young

The ringing of the bells in the distance

Declaring the imminent separation

Maybe the days are different

Perhaps Maybe they've never changed

Three or five friends

Recording each other's contact information

Leaving a trace of this impending goodbye

Getting on a bicycle

A crowd of people searching for the countryside

A simple village with its simple displays

Streams of water running through streams of rivers

A wheat field with its tantalizing aroma

A wheat field with its simple, simple, and simple name.

The south wind is blowing gently again,

The time of getting together is in a hurry.

Dear friends, please don't be sad,

After the parting, we should cherish each other.

Bloom the most brilliant smile,

give tomorrow a more beautiful dream.

Dear friends, please shake hands,

From now on, we have to go our separate ways.

No matter how far the future is,

You and I are on the road to growth.

No matter when we meet,

we are permanent friends.

The phoenix flower spits out its bright red,

in blessing you and my dream.

When we fly to the vast sky,

Don't wander and don't stay,

No matter how long the years are,

please cherish every moment of our meeting.

No matter how many spring, summer, fall and winter,

We are permanent friends,

We are permanent friends.

The Graduation Certificate

Holding the red book in our hands,

We have graduated,

no longer a small child.

The evening breeze caresses your bangs,

innocent eyes,

imagining our happy future.

Two people, one home,

Walking on the beach with the evening breeze.

Baby, wait for me,

A year and a half,

We'll pick up the red book of love.

A lifetime will not fade,

even if our hair is pale.

We graduate,

No longer a little kid,

Not bewildered by the passing of the years.

Baby, I'm going to give you a future,

with you, with me, with our love.

We are grown up,

able to make our own decisions,

who can't stop our footsteps,

shoes to go to our home.

An era is over,

To walk into another era.

The diploma,

How lovely you are.

Yes, it's all over,

When I kissed your cheeks fondly,

two crystalline teardrops slipped from your eyes.

You did not say a word,

eyes looking at the red book.

The diploma,

We graduated.

Everything is over.

Whether the flowers blossom and fall,

Spring and fall,

That even if the old and sick will not contact ......

Graduation

Look! The phoenix flower is red all over the campus again

Listen! Who's crying and singing a song of departure

Oh! The people who are about to go away

Fingers are too wide to hold the years

Looking back, I can only see the yellowed memories scattered all over the place

Crushed by time's murmur

And then swept up by the wind

Yesterday's

Scenes and scenes, rolled over in our minds

Blurred faces, I can't tell you and me apart

But I remember, the laughter of the silver bells.

Like flowers withered, the residual fragrance, still tempting

Nowadays

Bachelor's uniforms, mounted on a stable body

Bright red tie, tied to the mature thinking

Embrace each other do not forget

Red eyes, smiling, said goodbye

Phoenix flowers fluttering down, but can not be dispersed, the sadness of the departure

The clouds, the white clouds, the white clouds, the white clouds, the white clouds, the white clouds.

The white clouds are all over the place, but they can't be fainted away,

The graduation that used to be out of reach

The graduation that was close at hand

"Graduation Season"

The words that were written down

The injuries that were scratched down

The thoughts that couldn't be erased

The thoughts that couldn't be erased

The graduation that was recited at the end of the year. I can't get rid of the thousands of knots.

A piece of fallen leaves drifting,

who recognizes its appearance.

It used to be in spring, with flowers.

It used to be in summer, holding up the shade.

It used to sleep with the snow in winter too.

The birds are looking for,

a warm winter home.

People look at countless sentimental,

Every graduation trip,

is like the migration of birds.

It's not the journey home that stops,

but the stopover.

Alma mater is a tree,

graduates are like a falling leaf.

Autumn is the season of falling leaves,

Summer is the season of graduation,

Falling leaves have the autumn wind to send.

How light the leaves are, how far the wind sends them away.

No one gets together at graduation,

How many people there are, how long the separation is.

Borrow a pen for you,

No need to return.

As long as we can still meet,

we will not forget.

There used to be a pen,

that let you write down so many secrets,

about your memories, my memories.

I don't speak,

I can only laugh,

I can only suffer myself if I don't laugh.

A gust of wind blew,

the best feeling,

in the sun.

Said goodbye to graduation

There is an agreement between us

Said goodbye to graduation

Your tears

will make me fall into a daze

Previous friendships

will fade away with the passage of time

and be forgotten.

Promise me

I won't cry when I graduate

I won't let the teardrops fall

I'll keep them forever

I'll hide them in the bottom of my heart ......

I said I won't cry when I graduate

Your tears

will make me feel sorry

I'll feel sorry for you

I'll feel sorry for you

I'll feel sorry for you

I'll feel sorry for you.

The closeness of the past

will disappear with the distance

Promise me

I won't cry at graduation

I won't let the sadness overflow my heart

I'll keep it permanently

Hidden in my heart ......

I said I won't cry at graduation

I won't let the sadness overflow my heart

I won't let the sadness overflow my heart

I won't let the sadness overflow my heart

do not let my tears

at this moment flow

June, we bid farewell

farewell to the campus,

Linglong painting and calligraphy room of the ink fragrance floated into the calligraphy corridor,

Haisu square in front of the school logo to inspire us to

The school logo in front of Haisu Square inspires us to grow.

Farewell to our classmates,

The cover of the guestbook has been touched a thousand times,

and the figures on the graduation photos make us stay.

Farewell to teachers,

Six years of teaching we still remember,

Parental care still warms the heart.

In June, we said goodbye.

The elegant environment of the campus, printed with our footprints;

The students who live together, let us never forget.

Tears are very astringent, sweat is very salty,

Tears and sweat are intertwined,

to the six years of an answer sheet.

Looking back on the six years of joy,

Thinking back to the previous days of kicking the sky and making wells,

Recalling the ecstasy of the excursion,

Recalling the sweet and sour of life,

In June, we say goodbye.

The elementary school textbook full of notes, that was yesterday, we are nostalgic,

The dream of the middle school door, that is tomorrow, we look forward to,

June, this is today, we say goodbye to ......

Graduation Poem 15

"Graduation-Eve"

Light footsteps,

Treading painfully on the door of the heart of parting.

I just want to,

Stop the road ahead,

Stop forever.

Remember,

the same ignorance,

the same innocence.

Walking along the campus path,

How,

the turn of the tide is another dream.

The front is foggy,

I can't find your southeast,

my northwest.

And,

the teacher's concern,

in the heart.

About Youth

The June sun, once again, illuminated our childhood.

The flowers of the month of June, once again dotted our years.

June of Shangri-La, is the world of joy, the sea of song.

Once again, we ushered in our own festival,

The songs of joy are once again sung here.

Dear teachers, dear students,

We will always remember this moment - June 1, 20xx

Here we will spend the last festival of childhood.

Here, once again, we witness our happiness, joy, fullness and colorfulness.

Facing our teachers and classmates,

we have too many memories to tell.

In the face of teachers, in the face of classmates,

We have too many moving to tell.

Yes, the stars are turning, the years are passing,

Without thinking, we have gone through six years of elementary school career.

Shangli School is a fertile ground for growth.

The seeds of morality, the seeds of knowledge,

here rooted, sprouted, blossomed, fruit.

Wind and rain, day and night,

When the ignorant doll,

Today has grown into a hesitant young man.

The flowers bloom and the tide rises and falls.

When the ignorant childish girl,

Today has released the wings of the ideal.

Looking forward to a colorful tomorrow,

We are full of hope, full of enthusiasm!

In the face of cultivating our alma mater, in the face of the beloved teachers, lovely classmates,

Now although the graduation is imminent, but it is difficult to part with the soul.

Yes, in the past, the weekend, the school bus gathered in front of the school,

We will be like a group of happy birds swarmed,

Can not wait for the early departure, so that quickly back to my happy home,

I miss my parents,

But today, just today we are about to graduate,

But we can not take a step forward,

We can not take a step forward,

We can not take a step forward,

We can not take a step forward,

We can not take a step forward,

We can not take a step forward.

We can't wait for time to freeze,

We can't bear to leave the warmth of Shangri-La's school.

I can't leave my teacher's mom.

It's that time of year again

The swallows are sweeping the water, and there is a faint breeze

The forest path is filled with pedestrians

In July, everything will be the same as it was in the past

The sun, the lake, and the classroom

We are the only people who will not come back

We are the only people who will not return to the school

We are the only ones who will not return to the school

We are the only people who will not return to the school.

These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I've never seen a woman in the world without a good reason. p>

Teacher ...... Teacher ...... Teacher ......

Yes! What could be so difficult for you?

Whoever's mind grows grass, you are the gardener who weeds

Whoever's mind is injured, you are the doctor who heals the wound

Teacher

It's hard for you

To integrate such a collective of southern and northern accents with gentle love

It's hard for you

To tolerate such a group of slow-growing children with warm heart

It's hard for you to be a teacher.

Teachers, how can every child in the class of six years thank you

There is a kind of friendship, called the heart hand in hand

Today, we are about to graduate, standing here, the heart surge,

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

Today, we have a lot to lose,

We are not going to be able to get out of the classroom,

We have a lot to lose.

More than anything else, we are grateful and thankful.

Thanks to the great Allah, chose us,

We are so lucky, embarked on the road of knowledge ......

Thanks to the dear teacher, like a mother like relatives,

Bring us warmth and love,

Give us the courage to persevere in the long journey.

Thank you to the temple and those who dedicate themselves to the teaching of the relatives,

injected those pious so-and-so and hard sweat ......

Looking back

That year, stepped into the campus,

humble premises, deserted compound,

immediately shattered my young dreams,

the school's first and foremost goal is to provide a better environment for the students.

Loss, sadness,

Layers and layers of my heart cold ......

Cabbage, potatoes, difficult to swallow,

Water and soil, mosquito bites,

How much aggression, how much homesickness,

All of a sudden turned into tears, gurgling The young, proud,

rebellious, defiant,

turned into the teacher, quarrels,

and boring pranks,......

thought of escaping.

The main idea was to stay,

a fresh spring to wash the soul.

The Guru Granth Sahib soaks the heart ......

Kneeling, in awe, tears flowing,

Lord!

Only Your guidance is my greatest happiness.

Lord!

Only Your joy is my lifelong yearning.

Put on the robe, the head of the cover fluttered,

walking in the curved pavilion corridor, kneeling in the solemn chapel.

Luang Luang chanting, ringing in the morning sun beside the trees.

Dot to dot ink, record writing, exudes the fragrance of true knowledge,

From then on, the heart full of faith, began to sail;

The sacred path of the ancestors sprinkled with starlight.

Shining on my heart, I became strong in following ......

Fasting, nightly worship,

Helping in the kitchen, sweeping,

We *** live together, we grow up together,

Remembering the season when we first left our parents,

Getting to know

I remember the season when I left my parents for the first time,

and met you who handed me a bottle of warm water,

a few thanks, a few touches,

a shallow smile.

Forever in my memory to cherish;

Remember the first Ramadan sweet dates,

Chewing the taste of home,

Teacher, Auntie, for us to make delicious meals,

Taste carefully, aftertaste long ......

Teacher ah, you Like our relatives,

O campus, you are my second home ......

I still remember the first time I opened the ink-scented textbook,

the title page to write their names,

hearts are flying to the temple of faith.

I remember the first time the teacher's question rang out,

standing up in fear, nervous, shy and shy,

with Guru Grantham's words of wisdom engraved in my mind.

I remember that year when the water in the dam pond dried up,

and I was thirsty and anxious,

I remember that we prayed and hoped together,

O Lord! I beg you, Lord, to send the rains quickly.

The thunder boomed, the rain poured,

and we only wanted to stand quietly in the rain for a long time, a long time ......

Let the tears of thanksgiving, ah, flow freely.

The noble Messenger said in the Hadith:

He who does not thank the less will not thank the more;

He who does not thank the people will not thank Allah!

Let us say with thanksgiving, All praise be to the Lord!

Let us say with all our hearts: 親重，老师!

The warm wind and spring sunshine

are imprinted on the sinuous wood grain of the desks.

Teachers hard work of the tip of the pen,

carved out the life of the faith of the road navigation.

Today, you may shed tears,

but that's not sad - that's the song of farewell;

Today, we were separated,

but that's not lost - that's the eternal treasure.

Far away, just time

Close, the only surety,

inscribed beautiful lines of poetry.

We have the future,

From now on, with unchanging steps,

To sow the light of true faith.

We have a dream,

with the teacher's deep trust,

to continue the long struggle.

The past,

The years are long.

Soon to wave goodbye to the sisters,

Soon can not bear to leave the campus.

Let us once again,

slowly unfold,

the true volume of the enlightenment of the world,

listen carefully,

tears suddenly sprinkled all over the clothes,

this shaping of the soul of the word rhyme.

The quiet passing of the forgotten side of the reference,

lamented the vague impermanence of the years left traces.

When I wrote these two words,

it was like opening an old photo album.

Bright or dark morning and twilight,

Noisy or cold day and night.

A sheet of flipping,

a piece of revisiting,

let the memory gradually soak the teacher and our eyes.

Goodbye!

A school,

This is only a short separation,

Because our road is still long,

Although I am far away,

But our hearts are together,

Renewed,

Teacher,

Ears will still resound with your devoted teaching,

Praise Allah, thanks! Teachers,

Thank you for the school

The best place to grow up in our life!

Memories