The hour hand is still turning around its trajectory, summer is still approaching with enthusiasm, and what kind of memories will we leave the campus where we have lived for three years - when we graduate... …When the shutter of the graduation photo was pressed, I suddenly understood that my love and attachment to my alma mater have been forever fixed in my memory at this moment. The bell rang over and over again, and the books changed faces from time to time. Following the lines of elegant handwriting on the blackboard, I opened the door to knowledge. I was about to face a choice in life, and I was hesitant. What did I choose? Holding the review questions that were like a book in my hand, I was hesitant. The exam questions were very difficult. What if I failed? But it’s still an exercise! "Try hard, maybe you can train yourself well, try your best, and just want to be clear in your heart." I failed, after all, I tried and tried my best. There are many things, unforgettable, happy, painful, happy, sad, and many other things that have happened on this campus. They are every bit of our school life and our existence on campus. The three years I spent with you day and night have left me with the best memories, looking at those faces sweating on the court. Looking at the group of girls whispering. Looking at the figures chatting on the balcony. Looking at the scene of fighting and making noise after class, looking at this beautiful campus. I seemed to see myself before. I was once punished to stand there. I have laughed and cried there. That seat in the row where I used to sit. Who were we talking about? I used to be willful and unreasonable. Once upon a time... Perhaps people always like to lament the past. Especially when I was quiet and bored, the memories from that time flashed before my eyes frame by frame like a film. So real, so close, like it has never passed away. Although I didn’t see many familiar figures. But I always look back when I go out. Many words of insight filled my throat. In the colorful month of July, we shuttled through the corridors of the campus, experiencing the little bits and pieces of the three years and the three years of continuous growth. We no longer spoke words with deep feelings. We just wanted to say deeply: Alma mater, I am leaving. I will live a good life in the colorful years outside and will always remember you! ! It’s you who taught me to seize opportunities with courage and find success from failure. It’s you who gave me the confidence to pursue what I want and understand that I only care about what I once had. It’s you who embellished my empty life and led me to find another sky. Thank you. You, I left as gently as I came, alma mater, please believe that we will hand over an answer sheet that satisfies you! I am already in sixth grade, my graduating class, and I am leaving my alma mater in a few days. I will also leave my classmates who I have known for six years. I love my alma mater, but I am very reluctant to leave it and leave all the teachers and classmates I have known over the past six years. When I am happy, my alma mater is like sunshine. When I am unhappy, the school is like stars. When my life is going dark, my alma mater lights up street lights one after another, allowing me to see light in the darkness. Of course, when I was happy, the school allowed me to grow up happily in the sunshine. When I was desperate, my alma mater gave me hope. When I was helpless, my alma mater was like a leader, making me feel hope from my helpless side... Do you still remember the two opinions I gave you? The first one is that our school does not have a library. This prevents many students who love learning from reading more books and learning more knowledge. It also prevents many students who want to improve their academic performance from improving. So my suggestion is to let the school build a library immediately. It allows many people who love learning to learn more knowledge, and also gives an opportunity to those who want to improve their scores. The second opinion is that because our playground is too small, I suggest expanding it. Because the ten minutes between classes are meant for students to relax their minds and give their eyes a rest. But because the playground is too small. It makes many people unable to move, so when they go to the next class, their brains will feel tired and want to sleep. If it continues for a long time, it will definitely affect learning. I really hope you can imagine what I'm suggesting. Although it is more difficult. I am leaving my alma mater in a few days, and I am really reluctant to leave.

Teacher, so I preach, teach, and solve my doubts. ——"Teacher's Theory" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty 2. A teacher for one day will be a father for life.

——Yuan Guan Hanqing 3. To learn, there is no more emphasis than respecting the teacher. ——Tan Sitong's "Additional Regulations of Liuyang Mathematical School" 4. A gentleman looks after his teachers and friends. ——"Xunzi: Self-cultivation" 5. The key to learning lies in respecting the teacher. ——"Lu's Spring and Autumn Period·Encouragement to Learning" 6. Serving as a teacher is like serving as a father. ——"Lu's Spring and Autumn Period·Encouragement to Learning" 7. Respecting a teacher does not matter whether he or she is high or low, rich or poor. ——"Lu Shi Chun Qiu Encouraging Learning" 8. The best way to learn the classics is to be kind to others, followed by Longli. (Jing: passing by. Be kind to others: love those who teach you, and humbly ask for advice from them. Longli: respect etiquette and justice) - "Xunzi Encouraging Learning" 9. The kindness of a wise teacher is more important than heaven and earth, and more important than parents. That’s a lot. ——Jin Dynasty. Ge Hong's "Qinqiu" 10. When a country is prosperous, its heart will value its teachers and attach great importance to them. ——"Xunzi·Duluo" 11. When three people walk together, they must have a teacher. Choose the good ones and follow them, and change the bad ones. ——"The Analects of Confucius" 12. The gift of a few words is a teacher. ——Liang Qichao's "Chinese History Research Methods: Preface" 13. Respect the teacher's way and cultivate a good style of study. ——Kang Youwei's "Collection of Political Commentaries·Speech in Zhejiang" 14. The foundation of goodness lies in teaching, and the foundation of teaching lies in the teacher. ——[Song Dynasty] Li Gou's "Guang Qian Shu"

Some people say: "The teacher is a great engineer who nourishes the students' souls." Others say: "The teacher is a glass of water that nourishes the students." "But I think the teacher is a ray of warm sunshine, warming the hearts of the students.

Teacher's love is invisible and intangible. Like many parents, teachers also hope that their children will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes... But the students cannot understand this kind of love, just like me. , did not realize the kindness in this strictness.

I was a naughty student and was undisciplined in class. Once I spoke in music class and the teacher gave me a strict education. I was very angry at the time. I thought: Isn’t it just a matter of saying a few words? What can be done? I told my parents about this after I got home, and they told me: One or two sentences is a trivial matter... If all 53 people in the class say one or two sentences, can the class still be held? We think it is good for the teacher to do this! Because it can make the whole class take a warning. If the teacher doesn't tell you, you will be as easy to grow and bend as a small tree. If you don't correct it, you will become longer and more bent. In the end, you will only be chopped down and burned. After correcting it, you will become a towering tree. Dashu, step into your path of success and become a useful talent for the country.

After listening to my parents’ words, my heart was filled with gratitude to the teacher. The previous dissatisfaction had turned into dust and gone with the wind. There are indeed many students like me. I hope they can communicate more with teachers and tell them the true meaning of life. When you grow up, you may think that everything in front of me is given by teachers.

Ah! How great teachers are. If science is a peak, then the teacher is a guide who can lead you to this scientific peak. On Teachers’ Day, September 1st, I hope that students all over the world will give their teachers a bouquet of flowers and a trace of love. bless. Although it is not a piece of gold, it expresses your gratitude to the teacher.

Here

There are first-class teachers

There are energetic students

Here

There are The Earth Expo Garden brings together scenic spots from all over the world

There is also a biological garden where exotic flowers and plants from all over the world are planted

Here

have our most precious memories< /p>

Have our most unforgettable junior high school career

Have our most intimate friends

Here

Have our unforgettable hard work in military training

With our arduous final struggle in the third grade of junior high school

In this beautiful campus

There is love and justice

There is suffering and happiness

But it is more of a style washed by sweat

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I will always love you - a poem dedicated to my alma mater

Hang your name on my chest every day

< p>I can feel your great love

You will always be a forest to me

I am a tiny seed

My thoughts are in you sprouted in the care of you

Every time I look up at you

Your shoulders are like a wooden house

Holding the blue sky and white clouds

I imagined that we could stand together forever

All the beautiful mornings and nights

Wake up and sleep silently at your feet

Until today< /p>

I grew into a moving tree

Relive the love you gave me

I want to be like you

In the wind and rain of the years

Standing in a corner of life at will

Forming a green shade

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Memories of Alma Mater

Alma mater, it is you who nurtured the future of our motherland,

Alma mater, it is you who educated the next generation.

Alma mater, it is you who taught me knowledge.

It is you who taught me the joy of learning.

I am like a little flower that has just grown,

It was you who gave me the soil,

It was you who gave me water,

I grew up in your arms,

I learned in your arms,

It was you who let me know what I should do,

It was you You will not let me become idle when I grow up.

It is you who let me know the secrets of the world.

Thank you, my alma mater

It is You made me, this lost little bird,

find my companions and find my home again,

Ah, my alma mater would like to thank you again,

It was you who made me know the importance of learning,

It was you who provided me with an environment for learning,

My alma mater, I am about to leave,

You will be buried deep in my heart forever!

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Me I will love you forever - a poem dedicated to my alma mater

Hang your name on my chest every day

I can feel your great love

You Always be my forest

I am a smiling seed

My thoughts sprout in your care

Every time I look up to you< /p>

Your house is like a wooden house

Holding the blue sky and white clouds

I once imagined that we could stand together forever

All the beautiful mornings and nights

Wake up and sleep silently at your feet

Until today

I have grown into a moving tree< /p>

Relive the love you gave me

I want to be like you

In the wind and rain of the years

Stand at will in life A certain corner

forms a green shade

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Hymn dedicated to my alma mater

My

My alma mater

I

I was once yours

A

strong and robust

enthusiastic

student

p>

I deeply

deeply

love you

From me

to you

The school gate

From that moment on

You

gave me

knowledge

Inspiring me

Inspiring

Helping me

up

the ladder of success

When I

come back

to your side

With wide eyes

affectionately

Looking at you

The high blue

sky

The green

grass

That magnificent

classroom

my memories

thoughts

were like those coming from beyond the Great Wall

Storm

What I think of

Passion

Like the sea

Rising into the sky

The tide

is stirring

my unspeakable

wisps of poetry

and unforgettable

< p>Memories

Uncontrollably

brought back memories

a string of

constantly

< p>情丝

Although

I cannot

be like a superb piano player

in the early morning light

In the warm

summer night

Pull the strings

Play for you

Melodious melody

Neither can I

Sing loudly

Let the beautiful singing voice

fly over the high wall

Through the gap between the trees

Floating

in the shade of the willows by the lake

But

I I can dedicate

my poetry

to you

with passion

with blessings

With spirit

Be me

A sincere gift to you for your 100th anniversary

My heart

>

The same alma mater

With the teacher

Classmates

Together

Teacher

Sincerely Teaching

My classmates

sincere friendship

is in my

immature

heart

< p>Continuously injecting

knowledge

wisdom

and creativity

make me write quickly

Pens

turn pieces of

white paper

into flags of

success

Although I

have been away from here

for a long time

time

but I still have a relationship with her

p>

Same friendship

Have a

unbroken connection with her

Here

is full of

sowing

hope

here

weaving

Magnificent

design

Here

breeds

a large number of

talents

p>

Here

Prophecy

A bumper harvest

Qiji

I once resembled

A strong

red

little flower

is blooming here

with a smile

Stand tall

My heart

How happy

Like and

My beloved girl

On the bright

August night

***narrative

The sweetness of life

My alma mater

I belong to you

A person who never stops

Wandering around

Wanderer

Carry on your back

The schoolbag of knowledge

Carries

your teachings

Walking through the plains

Walking through the hills

Walking through the green grass

Meeting

life’s challenges

Experiences With

Wind and rain

Baptism

My success

Every step

Forever

Tightly connected with you

You have nourished me with the milk of knowledge

< /p>

And I

will also dedicate

my passion

to you

I once

Walk

many beautiful

places

Have also

enjoyed many

Good times

Have

had

many close

friends

< p>I have also experienced

loneliness and

sadness

when the temptation of gain

No longer

makes me emotional

When the torture of life

has made me

honor or disgrace Shocked

But in my

true love

world

I can never

forget you< /p>

---Alma mater

It is you

who gave me

the power of knowledge

Let me

benefit for life

full of

the courage to win

Zibo Sixth Middle School

My alma mater

I have done this to you

a hundred times

a thousand times

p>

Thousands of thoughts

I have missed you more than once

once

Twice

Ten times

Come quietly

Your campus

Dear alma mater

You have changed

Look

< p>But my love for my alma mater

has become richer

more passionate

full

go Close to you

My heart

Suddenly enlightened

Comfortable

Like a star standing in the summer night

Under the starry sky

All around

Ripples with the fragrant breath of

fields

Looking far into the distance

The endless blue sky

The stars are shining

Everywhere

is full of

fairy tale< /p>

Poetry

Let my heart surge

Ups and downs again

The scene in the past

Like a dream The ground

hastily

changes

before my eyes

drifts

I am thinking

How did the ideal of youth

when I was young

become transformed in the struggle

Real life

Everything

What should be done

To create

Everything

What should be done

To build

Centenary

On the journey of life

Already

I am old

but my alma mater

is like a

budding

young girl

With joy

With reverie

With charming

images

continuously

emerging

My dreamland

What kind of

emotions

should I use to praise you

I hope You

are like the sun in the morning

at eight or nine o'clock

radiant

steaming

p>

Continuously

Towards glory

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Poems dedicated to teachers

Teachers are like gardeners, caring for budding flowers,

Teachers are like candles, lit Self, illuminate the students.

Whenever she sees her classmates’ neatly written homework,

her face is filled with a smile.

Day after day, year after year,

The footprints of Father Time have been imprinted on the corners of her eyes.

Every day the teacher goes to bed the latest and wakes up the earliest!

If there are no teachers who work hard to educate us,

Where can we get talents from generation to generation? ...

Ah, teacher, how great you are!

Whenever I make a mistake,

I see your forgiving eyes!

Thank you for your hard work, teacher!

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Dedicated to the teacher Poetry

Send you a bouquet of flowers

To express our respect for you;

Send you a beautiful song,

To You bring a touch of sweetness.

Teacher - you have worked hard.

It is you who take us through the wind and rain.

It is you who use the nutrition of knowledge to guide us. Nurturing,

But never asking for anything in return.

It is you who answers our difficult questions,

It is you who tells us:

< p>When encountering difficulties,

Don’t give up easily.

From now on, our lives will be filled with joy at all times.

Many less worries,

Added a sense of perseverance.

It is another harvest autumn,

You still hold the colorful paintbrush tightly in your hand. < /p>

Describe a beautiful blueprint,

Nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland.

You are still preparing lessons carefully late at night,

In your sleep You still recall the joy of our success.

We are the flowers blooming in spring,

It is you who played the beautiful melody for us.

You are Hard-working gardener,

We will remember your sincere words.

Take every step of your life well,

Friendly, healthy, realistic and enterprising! < /p>

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A poem dedicated to the teacher - the teacher’s eyes

The teacher’s eyes are like the moon at night,

We are stars,

In the teacher's smile,

twinkles.

The teacher’s eyes are like an endless ocean.

We are small fishes,

in the arms of the teacher,

swimming happily.

The teacher’s eyes are like the blue sky.

We are one white cloud after another.

Under her gaze,

Floating around freely,

The teacher’s eyes are like a mirror.

Can illuminate our souls.

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Poems dedicated to teachers

Teachers are like gardeners, with peaches and plums all over the world;

Teachers are like red candles, burning themselves to illuminate us;

Teachers are like bees, hardworking and brave;

< p>The teacher is like a mother, beautiful and kind;

The teacher is like a book, giving us a lot of knowledge.

Happy Teacher’s Day to my dear teacher.

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Poems dedicated to teachers

Sending you a bouquet of flowers

To express our respect for you;

Sending you A beautiful song,

brings you a touch of sweetness.

Teacher - you have worked hard,

It is you who have led us through the wind and rain, < /p>

It is you who nourished us with the nutrition of knowledge,

but never asked for anything in return.

It is you who gave us answers to difficult questions,

You told us:

When you encounter difficulties,

Don’t give up easily.

From now on in our lives,

Full of joy at all times.

Many less worries,

Added a sense of perseverance.

Another harvest in autumn,

You still hold the colorful paintbrush tightly in your hand.

Depicting a beautiful blueprint,

Nourishing the peaches and plums of the motherland.

You are still painting late at night While preparing lessons carefully,

You are still recalling the joy of our success in your sleep.

We are flowers blooming in spring,

It is you who give us the instructions Play a beautiful melody.

You are a hard-working gardener,

We will remember your sincere words.

Take every step of your life well,

p>

Friendly, fit, realistic and enterprising!

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September - a poem dedicated to Teachers' Day

September is fruity, September is chrysanthemum yellow,

But I still smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March,

The coolness of autumn in September gives us the restraint and dignity of autumn;

The fruits of September give us the beauty of autumn Maturity and autumn yearning.

In this golden autumn season when we look back,

We have the unspoken happiness of our own.

Child, I hope your eyes will shine with the light of hope,

You will not be deeply hesitant at the fork in the road in life,

I I am willing to use my soul to light up the beacon of your soul and help you steer the right course on the dark sea.

I wish, with my silent and persistent heart,

On the three-foot podium, I can create thousands of possible paths for you,

I May the excitement of your youthful blood be tainted

Live until you are old, learn as you grow old, grow up together, and gain a lifetime of prosperity!

I know that this festival embodies the Chinese people’s respect and hope for teachers for thousands of years.

What is drawn with chalk is the curve of life; < /p>

Assignments, accumulated layer by layer, are fervent expectations.

I am no longer a candlelight,

Because the weak candlelight is not enough to illuminate your direction;

I will not be a spring silkworm,

p>

Because being trapped in a cocoon is not the dream of a free soul.

I am like the sun, burning and bursting, bringing you radiant light;

I am like the leading wild goose, spreading my wings with you in the clear sky*** soar.

Children, I want you to set your sights on the broader and boundless world.

Children, I am just a shining sunshine in September.

When you grow up On the journey,

I, we, for the future of the nation, for the hope of the nation

We will burn brighter than the day,

also You're a bunch of hot fire kindling!

In September, we are trekking between Japan and China.

We give everything and gain everything.

Children, it is your diligence and love that make Our bags are full,

We are full of passion, because we, like you, are

free masters of life.

The sails of September are still about to set sail,

Children, I want you to say loudly:

"Okay, I will come and follow you - —My captain—"

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Poems dedicated to Teacher’s Day

September Fruity

September Chrysanthemum Yellow

September Us Thinking of who is still spreading hope

In September we collect sunshine

In September we sing songs affectionately

September is a touching season to seek knowledge Eyes to treasure for a lifetime

Blessings fly among the autumn leaves in September

The poet composes an immortal poem in September

None of us have forgotten who it is in September Silently giving us wedding clothes

In September, we dare not forget from now on

In September, we dare not forget who taught us how to think

In September, we dare not forget who made the world full of love and the sound of books

In September, we dare not forget who built the palace of knowledge with hard work

In September, we dare not forget Who guides the direction in confusion

In September we guard the waves of harvest

In September we are still growing in textbooks

In September we will not forget The admiration that is remembered with emotion

There is a thing

There is a thing called sacred

It is the star that shines at dawn in the sky

Silently illuminating those who came first and those who came later

Together we move toward the light that flashes countless times in our dreams

There is something called eternity

It is the beach that watches the tide return. The rock

grows away its life in the wind and rain

Becomes a totem worshiped by countless pilgrims

There is something called sincerity

It is The unadorned white clouds

Carrying too much with one’s own fatigue

The longing eyes of the little bird that wants to fly

There is something called the cry of love Simplicity is called dedication or

it can also be called other praises because she is so beautiful

Yes, some people write a great poem with themselves

Just like the silent ears of wheat that grow into a rich harvest and then give birth to hope