-present gifts to the teachers of the alma mater.

? Class six (2)? Hong Yiqing

Life is an ordinary white cloth.

Since I came to this school

Our innocent childhood

Then a gorgeous blue flower was added.

Dear teacher

You are like a continuous spring rain.

It moistens everything silently and gently.

On the blackboard is your blackboard.

Chalk mark

Get rid of ideas

Dear teacher

You use the sunshine of thought and wisdom.

Spilled all over our hearts.

Your loud voice rang out in the classroom.

Your homework is your serious annotation.

You are the sea breeze.

Let's set sail

In the classroom

read aloud

You hold the book again and again.

Lead us to read aloud.

Tao Li bu Yan

The world has opened a way for them.

This is your portrayal.

You put us in the ocean of words.

Free walk

Chu ci Han fu

Tang poem Song jambic verse

In the crystallization of ancient wisdom

Feel the poet's departure.

Laughter in math class.

We laughed.

You smiled, too

Like a child.

In that old yellow notebook

What else is there to hide?

Open notes

It's geometry

Draw a beautiful arc

It's algebra

Appropriate equation

You lead us.

Walk into a brand-new mathematics kingdom.

Compass draws a bright world.

Rationality of accuracy of trigonometric ruler measurement.

I remember in fourth grade, you became

Our teacher

Take pains to attend every class.

From another teaching building

Rush to the classroom

Your interesting teaching method

Let us really fall in love with mathematics.

The first English word to learn

It's the teacher

When we try to pronounce.

You always encourage us with a smile.

As happy as bathing in the spring breeze.

There is a trace of warmth in my heart

Go for an outing in spring

Looking for laurel in autumn

Release a bouquet of fragrance from a dream.

On the land covered with shade

Follow in our footsteps

Stroll through the flowers.

A smile appeared in the microwave.

We sing loudly.

The future belongs to us.

Blue pen in hand

Writing a moment of pure mind

Painted with a quiet blue sky

Life is a painted canvas.

Time flies.

You are like a brush.

Add icing on the cake for us

Quiet sky

Every star has his own place.

it's you

Show us the direction of life.

Like the North Star in the sky.

No matter where you go.

We will always remember your voice and smile.

Shine like the beginning.

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"Thank you!"

Class six (2)? Teng xiaorong

The fresh morning breeze blows from the bay,

Like your soft hands,

Brush our faces gently.

The rising sun shines from the clouds,

I like your bright eyes,

Straight to our hearts.

In the classroom,

You impart knowledge.

Such as loving mother, careful care;

Such as strict father, strict education.

It is you,

Lead us to wander in the literary palace.

You made us cry for Fanka's tragic experience.

You let us deeply feel Li Bai's feelings of "never tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain".

Poetry and songs,

I keep praising you.

You explained it by action:

"Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night."

It is you,

Help us understand these wonderful numbers.

You let us witness the ever-changing geometry,

You let us skillfully use fractions and decimals.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division,

I can't tell you how hard you have worked for us.

You write down the most vivid formula with your kind smile in class:

Conscientiousness+fraternity = your deep affection for us.

It is you,

Let's play 26 letters.

You familiarized us with complex grammatical concepts.

You make us feel special words.

ABCD，

I can't express my gratitude to you.

You move your back in front of the blackboard and tell us:

Your selfless dedication is unknown.

Outside the classroom,

You set an example.

Follow the temptation, just to let us grow up healthily;

Severe criticism is just to let us know our mistakes and correct them.

No one will forget,

Every piece of land in the military school.

When we are sweating in the hot sun,

When we practice military posture, our back aches.

Love in your eyes,

It has been deeply engraved in our minds.

No one will forget,

Every breath of air in the agricultural base.

When we work, we feel depressed.

When we gave up after the picnic,

The wrinkles between your eyebrows,

We never forget,

Happy Thursday drifted away in pure laughter,

But you're with us,

Record the gorgeous life of flowers and plants,

Visit the magnificent landscape.

These have become eternal memories.

Young saplings learn to be self-reliant,

The delicate buds are waiting to burn.

The loud horn sounded ahead,

Urging us to embark on the road to tomorrow,

Welcome a colorful future.

But,

We still need to stop moving for a while,

Looking back, I sincerely say to you:

Thank you!

Thank you for your meticulous care,

Thank you for your careful teaching.

Tomorrow,

You'll see for yourself,

Trained by you. Peach and plum are all over the world,

Singing passionate tunes on the road of life,

Hold your head high and meet the challenge.

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Be grateful and bear in mind.

? Ling Xiaohui

The moon is in the sky,

My mind is full of thoughts.

Six years is like a blink of an eye,

Only thanks are left in my heart.

We thank our alma mater and all the teachers.

It's you, when we are sad,

Smooth the waves in our hearts with warm hands;

It's you, when we are confused,

A Kongming lantern was released, and the candlelight showed us the way.

We love you and thank you forever.

Well, a lot of teachers,

You let us know Zhuge Liang's life ambition of "not indifferent, not quiet and not far away";

You let us know Tao Yuanming's seclusion feelings of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely";

You let us witness Li Bai's "I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, and I'm back!" " ;

It's you again. Let's enjoy Yue Fei's eternal swan song of "roaring in the sky, strong and powerful".

The zither strings vibrate and the ancient rhyme is long.

In the long river of classical literature,

We listen and feel the happiness brought by words.

Well, a lot of teachers,

You have a triangular ruler in your left hand,

With a compass in his right hand,

Take us galloping in the vast grassland of mathematics.

Mathematical formulas have become shields in our hands,

Various types of application problems have become the main points of riding and shooting.

And your earnest teaching,

Just like drinking a stick,

Let's hurry.

Well, a lot of teachers,

There are countless scientific secrets in measuring cups and test tubes.

The vast universe hides mystery,

Sun, Moon, Stars and Astronomy

You sail a boat,

Lead us through the raging sea one by one,

Send us to the other side of science.

Well, a lot of teachers,

Those English words that we can memorize,

That catchy nursery rhyme,

That small and exquisite craft dragonfly,

Thanks to you,

Whenever,

You stand behind us,

Show us the way!

No one will forget,

Every side of the military school,

Listen, our loud slogan in the morning breeze,

Look, under the scorching sun, we are playing songs to our heart's content.

Look, our neat pace in the evening breeze,

We felt the greatness of the military soul in the wilderness.

No one will forget,

Every day in the agricultural base,

The image of labor is beautiful,

The sweat of labor is sweet,

When we carefully picked up the sweet potato from the pot,

When we won the first place in the exciting tug-of-war competition,

We finally found the beauty of labor,

During those five days, we grew up tired,

Sweaty smile.

Happy Thursday comes from a dream,

We-

In spring, I see green bamboos dotted with the earth.

In summer, I saw the slender pink lotus swaying in the rippling pool;

In autumn, I see crystal purple grapes hanging on the branches like dewdrops in late autumn;

In winter, I saw Aoxuebai plum holding her head high in the cold wind.

Recall the past,

We are still little buds,

Babbling in my mother's arms,

Holding dad's hand, toddler;

Look now,

We have prospered.

As a teacher who is full of peaches and plums,

You smiled comfortably, a kind smile, a relieved smile. ...

A thousand words can't express our gratitude,

Once a teacher, always a father,

The jade pot has an ice heart.

Zhu Bi wrote about the soul of a teacher,

On the occasion of flying flowers in June,

We want to dedicate the most beautiful flowers to you.

Sing you the most beautiful song.

Teacher, we thank you.

-On the eve of graduation

Jiang

The rising sun illuminates our faces,

The clear rain and dew moisten our hearts.

In the morning and evening, I feel grateful from the bottom of my heart.

Day and night, full of excitement.

Ah, teacher! Ah, alma mater!

This garden full of peaches and plums is a tribute to you!

The red notes in the exercise book,

I wrote down the teacher's infinite affection.

Clear blackboard writing on the blackboard,

Left the teacher's advice.

Teacher, we thank you!

You explained that—

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will turn to ashes before tears dry.

In the poem "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen",

In the story of the little match girl,

We feel warmth and strength.

When solving the geometric problem,

In the calculation of Arabic numerals,

We know reason and thinking.

In Qian Qian's 26 letters and 1 ten thousand words,

We understand that English is a bridge to the world.

In the mysterious universe,

For the benefit of biology,

We know that we are proud of our love of science and ashamed of our ignorance.

Whenever there is a setback,

You give encouragement, such as sunshine and rain,

Tell me: fall, get up and cry.

Whenever you are complacent about your achievements,

Your implicit criticism, such as a stonemason's chisel,

Knock on me: What I have achieved today is just a little wave in the vast ocean.

Once a teacher, always a father; Thunder and rain are all teachers.

What you gave us was like our parents-

Great love is silent.

How could you forget?

Every piece of land in the military school.

Listen, our loud slogan in the morning breeze,

Look, we are marching in the hot sun.

A set of olive green, a red five-star,

We are the youngest soldiers in * * * and China!

How could you forget?

Every day in the agricultural base,

Tired and happy.

The bloody education after the basketball game,

Practice hard before skipping rope.

In laughter, we grow together with heaven and earth.

Miss the bright sunshine of my alma mater,

Miss the blooming flowers of my alma mater,

Nostalgia for this work,

Those who can learn, play, talk and do things-

Heaven and earth.

When today becomes yesterday,

We want to thank,

Thanks to my alma mater and all the teachers.

Please rest assured,

We will take diligence as the sea and faith as the sail.

To create the future!

Please believe that,

Today, we are proud of our alma mater.

Tomorrow, my alma mater is proud of us!

Early summer? thank

Qiong Wang

Thank you.

Thanks to my alma mater and teachers.

The sound of books is loud, laughter and singing,

Instill, persuade,

Treasured in the music box of memory.

Keywords Ruyun, conifer and cypress, Ginkgo biloba,

Elegant spring, simple camellia,

? Preserved in the deepest part of my memory.

No one will forget,

The land of military schools.

Our neat pace in the hot sun.

Our loud slogan in the morning breeze,

scenery

It's all engraved in my heart.

No one will forget,

Every day in the agricultural base,

From the deteriorated indoor daffodils,

To the tenacious desert Populus euphratica,

We grow up in labor,

Sweaty smile.

I won't forget,

In a vibrant classroom,

The teacher is with us,

Wandering in the sea of knowledge,

? In equal communication, the sparks of knowledge collide,

? Find the existence of truth in heated discussion.

The teacher will

Elf-like characters,

Variable addition, subtraction, multiplication and division

A magical chemical reaction,

Interesting English words,

Teach us.

Among the energetic Chinese characters,

In a famous philosophical saying,

We feel the flexibility of language,

In the ever-changing graphics,

In a series of clever and wise formulas,

We walked into the math castle,

In the wonderful chemical reaction,

According to a unique scientific principle,

We walked in the hall of science,

In a vivid English essay,

In an unforgettable classroom game,

We appreciate the charm of English?

Under the guidance of the teacher,

In this way, we learned that,

Splash ink,

On the blank page of life,

Write the gorgeous first chapter of life.

Although the ocean is vast,

But every drop of water has its own place,

Teachers are like lighthouses,

Show us the way.

Look, that tall sweater stands upright in the wind.

Listen, the wind is roaring in the air,

Our alma mater is our most solid backing.

Let's get out of the innocence of childhood,

As a cross-century teenager,

March towards our tomorrow.

We fly in our own blue sky,

With colored pencils,

Painting a wonderful picture of life.

In a blink of an eye, they will go their separate ways.

With the ardent hope of my alma mater,

With the teacher's affectionate expectation,

Go ahead.

We are young, but not ignorant.

Gorgeous flowers are about to bloom,

Tomorrow is us,

Will be the pillar of the country!

A thousand words,

I cannot thank you enough,

To my alma mater and my teachers,

We'd rather say,

thank you

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