I strolled along the shore of the Lake of Contemplation,
recalling the six years of An Xiao.
A tadpole in the water,
such as the campus of the dots and dashes,
vivid in my mind.
And now I'm going to leave,
Goodbye, alma mater.
Goodbye
The sweat in the practice room,
The vigor in the sports meeting;
The elegance on the stage,
The sound of books in the classroom.
Goodbye
The quiet and peaceful calligraphy room,
The elegant and graceful dance room,
The tall and straight ginkgo tree,
The white and pure hydrangea.
Goodbye
The science classroom full of innovative fantasies,
The art corridor with its artistic flavor,
The Young Pioneers' room which represents the solemnity and sanctity,
The pathway of the scholars which records the struggle.
Goodbye
Amiable teachers,
Classmates who studied hard together,
The stone monument that remembers the motto of the school of Sangjin,
The alma mater that tells me to do things for others.
The modern poetry of the alma mater 2
Make up the bottom of the green silk a grip, counting a few degrees of frost Hua
Alma mater a long time apart
Today I came back
I stepped on the Pei back to the clouds of Fengshan
Ousted on the Shiqiao Qingzhao round of the mountain moon
Lightly, shaking off the dust of the two sleeves
I silently stood in the rows of rows of fragrant camphor trees
The school is a very important part of the school, but it is not a good idea. I can't help but wet my eyes
and dampen my heart for you
my alma mater after years of traveling
under the sunshine of the red flags I worship
I offer you a bouquet of lilies with great devotion
in the song of the east wind and rain, I let a flood of tears
rolled down on the green grass from the bottom to the top. >
This is a daughter of a long-distance traveler
Full of nostalgia and thanksgiving for my alma mater
It's so refreshing, so soft
It's a mixed feeling
A vague and inexplicable pain
Swimming around in my veins
For whom? I'm not going to be able to do that! I'm not sure if you've ever had a dream, but I'm sure you've got a lot of hair on your head
Your students, your daughters, are excited to see you today
I'd like to pay my deepest respects to you! My teacher
Students, we meet again
When I was enlightened from here with a vision of tomorrow
With deep love for the motherland and the people
Together, we read the rules of the disciple into the ivory tower of mankind
Fireflies sent away the cooking smoke
Maple stained Phoenix Mountain
By the playground, the swing set was covered with white snow. The swing set is covered with snow
The cicadas have broken through the cocoon to become butterflies
The sun rises from the mountains and breaks through the clouds
We each brought our own bags
We stepped into the sunshine and embarked on a journey
Looking back, I counted all the times I've been there
Sorrows, joys, sorrows, glory and droughts, and the moon is full and the moon is short
However, the school's motto is "The Heart of the Heart", and the school's motto is "The Body of Life", and the school has been a great help to us in this journey.
Fengshan Mountain, the rushing water, the Temple of Literature, and the dreams of the students
Today, we meet again after a long time
We have a thousand words to say
We have a thousand feelings that we need to talk about
However, we have no words to choke on
We have been washed away by the rain in autumn
We have been told that we will be back for a long time
We have been told that we will be back for a long time
We are here to talk about the years to come.
Today we are back
In front of the Xinhua Building, we are standing solemnly
We look up to our alma mater, your style
Let's scoop up the water of the Meijiang River
*** with the same irrigating the green campus
Nurturing plums and cultivating peaches, carrying on with the past and letting go of the heart
Alma Mater Modern Poetry3()
Said to be the thick summer's sadness,
Said to be the Ningyuan's cloud's lovesickness.
If someone asks me about my worries,
I don't dare to say your name.
I dare not speak your name,
Say it's the sorrow of the heavy summer,
say it's the love of the distant clouds.
--- Dai Wangshu
(1)
My dear alma mater,
Today, I'm going to graduate from the school, and leave the four years of your companionship;
Tonight, the moon seems to be the most beautiful and the most beautiful.
Tonight, the moon seems to be swaying like a lonely boat full of starlight, and the evening wind is blowing on the willow, and everything is quiet.
(3)
My dear Alma Mater,
No words are right.
Youth would have been a quiet ideal tree,
No competition for the spring light, do not take the rain.
Those sweet whispers in the past,
The ironing of the breeze in the breeze is slightly bitter soil fragrance,
The back of the three or two under the sunset,
Youth is a trembling huqin, the sound of the piano is quiet, the depth of the feelings of the yo-yo.
My dear alma mater,
Silence is right.
Youth is supposed to be a season of recumbency,
otherwise one would not easily realize the cruelty and longing of youth.
The innocent faces of the years,
The shy confessions under the gallery of roses,
The gasps of the boys on the field of play like a drum,
Youth is a sweet diary full of secrets.
(4)
O my dear Alma Mater,
It is good to be together.
When the current year washed away yesterday's youth,
When the breeze blew open the flowers of the dream,
We hand in hand stepped into this beautiful campus,
A thousand and five hundred days and nights,
Four years of time, such as a dream of age,
We were side by side with the comrades in arms ah,
Alma mater, is our youthful
We have been fighting alongside each other!
(5)
Remember?
Four years, a long way to go;
Four years, a long poem.
(6)
The students said,
The first year is the commercial street strange flavor dry pot beef spicy fragrance,
The second year is the lover slope on the mouth of lovers in the small love song and volleyball court next to the pomelo flower blossom of the voice of the love song,
The third year is the library of the sound of the book,
The first year is the first time to face the society, the first time to face the world, the second year is the first time to face the world, the second year is the first time to face the world. The first time I saw the world, I was so happy to see the world.
The teacher said,
The first year is a path next to the teaching building, sometimes pale, sometimes black,
Sometimes bright, sometimes obscure sky swaying strings of gardenia;
The second year is a dazzling and scorching wooden chairs on the West Gate Square,
or cool or hot or cool or full of chatting people;
The third year is a path in the library, the sound of turning books,
The fourth year is the endless confusion of the first face of society. The multi-purpose hall was filled with the wonderful long echoes of classmates;
Senior year was the sound of the sun crying as it wound down its afterglow.
I said,
The first year is the opening day of school on our face of ignorance and yearning,
The second year is the study room to pick the lamp night reading preparation,
The third year is to walk through the door of the sophomore classroom with an old sigh,
The fourth year is the table is yards and yards of the examination books and company profiles.
The third year is to walk through the door of the sophomore classroom with an old sigh,
The fourth year is the table yards of the examination books and company profiles.
(VII)
My dear `Alma Mater,
Parting is good.
Whether the sky is blue or not,
whether the days go by slowly or not.
Ultimately, June 2013 is still on schedule,
The happy years are gone.
At this point, it's time to say goodbye.
I gently cover the door, and said to the empty dormitory: goodbye;
Alma Mater Modern Poetry 4Poetry: Alma Mater
Six years are just like a day,
a blink of an eye will pass away.
Six years of living with each other
Made our friendship deep.
Six years are hard to part with.
Half a year is even more so,
In another half a year,
will also be separated,
psychological can not be calm.
Six years of friendship,
Six years of teacher-student relationship,
Just this end?
Teacher, four years, you teach,
Let us grow up!
Teacher, four years, the perfect talk and laugh,
At this time, we also gave birth to feelings.
Teacher, if I left my alma mater,
I also often come to see you!
The fact that you and I know each other is an unbreakable bond between us.
Here
our most precious memories
our most unforgettable junior high school career
our most intimate friends
Here
the unforgettable hard work of our military training
the final struggle of our junior high school years
in this beautiful campus
there are love and justice.
There's pain and joy
But more than that, there's the sweat of it all
I'll love you forever - a poem to my alma mater
I wear your name on my chest every day
I can feel your great love
You'll always be a piece of forest to me
I am a tiny seed
My thoughts sprout in your care
Every time I look up to you
Your shoulders are like a wooden house
Accommodating the blue skies and the white clouds
I used to imagine that we could stand together forever
All the beautiful mornings and evenings
Underneath your feet Waking up in silence, going to sleep
Until today
I've grown into a moving tree
Revisiting all those loves you gave me
It's only then that I'll be like you
Standing randomly in a corner of my life in the storms of the years
Forming a shade of green
Alma Mater's Modern Poetry 6Alma Mater. You've lost my memories
The dormitory where I slept back then
Has disappeared
All those spirited dreams
Have gone with the passing of time
The butts of the cigarettes I smoked back then
The advertisements that I put up back then
The younger students that I picked up back then
Where are they all gone
Only to be found in the past.
Leaving me alone in the wind
Alma Mater, you lost my memories
Alma Mater, you lost my memories
Where should I rest my weary feet
Where should I search for the path to follow my dreams
Where should I touch the lonely nights
Where should I welcome the sunshine of every morning?
Where should I recite my poems
Where should I banish my hopes
Where should I laugh in my heart's content
Where should I cry in secret
Alma Mater, you've lost my memories
Alma Mater, you've lost my memories
The gate of the school has been moved forward for a long time
Even the classroom where I was studying
The school's entrance has been moved forward for a long time
The classroom where I was studying
The classroom where I was studying
The school's door is already moving forward for a long time
Even the classroom where I studied
is dappled in the winter sunlight
And my sisters and brothers
They all traveled through thick and thin
With the mindset of "each one is beautiful in its own way"
Mai Mai and ****'s gratitude to my alma mater
Alma Mater, you've lost my memories
Alma Mater, you've lost my memories
I don't dare to
I'm afraid I can't help myself
I'm afraid I'll return to your warm embrace
I don't dare to look back at my teacher's gaze
I'm afraid I'll fail to live up to your words
I don't dare to revisit the familiar grounds
I'm afraid that the feelings of things that are different from what they used to be
will make me instantly tear up
Alma mater, you lost my memories.
You've lost my memories.