It’s not very good. It has no personality or specificity and can be used by anyone.

Teacher: On the journey of life, you enriched my soul, developed my intelligence, and ignited the light of hope for me. Thank you, teacher!

The spring rain dyes the world green, but it disappears silently into the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain that nourishes our hearts, and we will always be grateful to you.

Teacher, you are the ocean, I am the shell, you gave me the colorful colors... How should I thank you!

Treading every corner of my heart and every inch of my soul is full of respect for you.

It’s like going from the brisk outdoors to the fireside on a snowy winter night; Teacher, your care is like the bright red of the furnace coals, giving me infinite warmth. How can I not thank you?

I am extremely grateful for your painstaking teachings and will keep them in my heart!

There is no limit to the end of the world, only the teacher’s kindness will last forever. Thank you, teacher!

You dyed the color of my youth with all the love in your heart; you used your persistent belief to mold the unyielding character of my character... Teacher, you are shining in the spark of my life!

When a bird encounters wind and rain, it hides in its nest; when there is wind and rain in my heart, I always hide in your arms - my teacher, you are my umbrella to protect me from the rain. How can I not thank you for the wall that blocks the wind!

Classmate: It’s time to leave, let’s go! There is no need to regret or say goodbye. Even if the singing gradually becomes silent, our hearts will keep beating forever.

If I could, I would put everything in my heart into today's separation. But I can't! So, let us part in silence! You know, this is the silence of a volcano, it is better than any other words!

Meeting and saying goodbye, returning to sail and leaving the shore are both the end of past joy and the beginning of future happiness.

Facing the banquet laid by the years, we smiled at each other and drank diligently, as if all the unsaid love and reluctance were hidden behind the words. Because we all understand that there will never be a more mellow and beautiful wine than this glass of wine in our hands.

Your figure is a sail, and my eyes are like a river. How many times I want to keep you, but finally I can’t. I know that friendship is rare in the world, but freedom is more precious.

You are finally leaving, but you have left the image of the flower, the fragrance of the flower, and the hope that we can water together. From now on, as long as I think of you, my years will always be bright and fragrant.

Alma mater: Knowing each other is God’s will, acquaintance is man’s will, adding up is friendship, and being affectionate is intentional. We can get together because our hearts are in harmony

In the quiet sky, every star is Having our own trajectory allows us to find our best position in life, and the world in our minds may become harmonious and peaceful.

We are an occasional knife in the rivers and lakes...

I hope that what is lost is only time, not friendship.

Given by a female classmate I don’t know if my words are praising me or scolding me: "Except for having a bright and carefree smile, you are useless!"

Today's separation is for a better reunion in the future.

In the scene of love and death, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times?

A boy left a message to me: Girls like you are so rare, but it’s so hard to handle all girls like you. It's up to you.

Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing

The green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait welcome each other

The farewell sentiments of the students from Zongguan

If the alma mater is a garden, then, teacher We are the gardeners, we are the flowers!

If the alma mater is the night sky, then the teacher is the moon and we are the stars!

If the alma mater is a pond, then the teacher is the lotus leaf and we are the lotus!

Myself: A maple leaf slowly fell into my hands from the window, like a blazing fire, dancing for the golden autumn, and rejoicing for the harvest. Tell me gently: Autumn is coming.

In the evening, I went out to experience the beauty of autumn in the cool autumn wind.

I found that the leaves broke free from my mother's arms and fell to the ground. The setting sun coats them with gold, making them look particularly quiet and gentle in the autumn wind.

Is it because they no longer rely on the embrace of trees just for this lonely wandering? No, no! They do this to turn into spring mud and better nurture the green hope of the coming year. Moreover, they decorate the beauty of spring and the coolness of summer, leaving no trace of regret. They turned somersaults in the autumn wind, looking tragic and graceful.

"The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." I couldn't help but chant.

At this time, a leaf fell from the tree like a butterfly and passed my eyes. I gently caught it, stared at it, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Although autumn does not have the birdsong and fragrance of spring, nor the enthusiasm of summer, nor the flawless white jade of winter, it attracts people with a quiet and fulfilling, selfless and unrestrained beauty."Collapse