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Poetry about missing school
1. A poem dedicated to my alma mater. There are first-class teachers, energetic students, Dibo Park, which gathers scenic spots all over the world, and a biological park where exotic flowers and plants are planted. Here are our most precious memories, our most unforgettable junior high school career, our closest friends, our unforgettable hard military training, our last hard struggle in grade three, and our love, righteousness, bitterness and joy in this beautiful campus.

I Love You Forever —— A poem dedicated to my alma mater. I hang your name on my chest every day. I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am a small seed. My thoughts germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your shoulders are like a wooden house with blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever. All the beautiful mornings and nights wake up at your feet and go to sleep silently until today. A moving tree relives the love you gave me, so that I can stand in a corner of life like you in the storm of years and form a green shade. Recalling my alma mater, you nurtured the future of our motherland, your alma mater, you educated the next generation, your alma mater, you let me learn knowledge, and you let me know the fun of learning.

I'm like a little flower that just bloomed. You gave me soil, you gave me clear water, I grew up in your arms, I studied in your arms, you let me know what I should do, you won't let me become idle when I grow up, you let me know the mystery of the world, thank you, my alma mater is that you let me, a lost bird, find my partner again and find my home again, ah, my alma mater. . I Love You Forever —— A poem dedicated to my alma mater. I hang your name on my chest every day. I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am the seed of a smile. My thoughts germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your house is like a wooden house with blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever. All the beautiful mornings and nights wake up silently at your feet until I grow up today. I bought a moving tree to relive the love you gave me, so that I can stand in a corner of my life like you and form a shade in the storm of years.

A hymn dedicated to my alma mater, my alma mater, I used to be your strong and passionate student. I loved you deeply. From the moment I walked into the gate of your school, you gave me knowledge, inspired me and helped me climb the ladder of success. When I came back to you again, I opened my eyes and looked at your high blue sky, green grass and magnificent teaching. The thoughts I recall are like a storm blowing from the Great Wall, and the passion I associate is like a tide rising from the sea, stirring up my unspeakable poems and unforgettable memories, and irresistibly evoking a string of lingering emotions. Although I can't pluck the strings and play melodious melody for you on a warm summer night like a superb pianist in the morning glow, I can't sing. Let the beautiful songs float over the high wall and fall through the cracks in the trees in Liu Yin by the lake, but I can dedicate my poems to you with passion, blessing and aura as my sincere congratulations on your centenary celebration. My heart is with my alma mater and teachers. The sincere friendship of teachers has been instilling knowledge, wisdom and creativity into my immature heart, so that I can write a short book. My pen turned white paper into a flag of success. Although I have been away from here for a long time, I have the same friendship with her, and I have constant contact with her. Sowing here is full of hope.

2. Poems about missing school after graduation (imitating Su Shi's Huanxisha (1) new school gate.

I don't know the name of this place, but I'm thinking from my eyebrows. Fortunately, it seems that it was at that time that the emblem was left.

The land is vast and the people are far away, and the door opens late. The wind blows the old tree to hang its hairspring.

(2) Campus

There are 3,000 poor people living in Guangsha, where the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous and rugged. A bend of water flows into the clear canal.

Other museums used to have flowers, but the spring breeze didn't cut the willow beard, and there were no fish in the pond.

(3) Stadium

Black soil can eventually become a green field, but there is no way to find traces. I am brave enough to win the first place.

Jinge echoes like a dream, and youth is like the first flower. It's been many years since I got rid of this idea.

(4) dormitory

It is difficult to find old scratches on the wall, and the floors are high and quiet. The breeze blew a little dust.

You should be happy to fly away from the eaves, but reluctant to lock the door. Don't be sad about the past.

(5) Alumni

The concept of face should be unfamiliar, obviously climbing with me, and focusing on painting.

I am willing to leave a glimpse of each other until I can sigh and be silent. When I leave, I will ask about my future alone.

(6) Conclusion

The pen and ink fell a few lines, and the garden was full of flowers. The ends of the earth are fragrant.

I didn't come to you to take a break and sigh, but left without saying goodbye and burst into tears. Looking at the sunset from Wenfeng Tower.

3. Miss the modern poetry of my alma mater. The red hometown of my alma mater, the shore of thousands of lakes, once gave birth to our hope for tomorrow on this pure fertile soil. We are eager to be an eagle flying in the sky in the future, and you wake up from the fog in the morning with the sound of bees and butterflies, and hold up a gentle dream in the quiet fruit forest. Octagonal Tang Qian, under the pavilion in the middle of the lake, has the hope of your hard work, sucking the sweet lotus fragrance and reveling in your paradise of knowledge. The mottled red wall quietly confides the spirituality of the years, and your solidity has mushroomed, making it more fragrant in the vicissitudes of history. Here are our most precious memories, our most unforgettable high school career, our closest friends, our unforgettable hard work during military training and our last hard struggle in this beautiful school. There is affection, righteousness, bitterness and joy in the garden, but more is the elegant demeanor washed by sweat. I hang your name on my chest every day. I can feel your great love. You will always be my forest. I am a small seed. My thoughts germinate under your care. Every time I look up at you, your shoulders are like a vast ocean with blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever and let all the beautiful mornings and nights wake up silently at your feet. Come to sleep … until today I grow into a moving tree and relive the love you gave me. I will stand in a corner of my life like you and form a shade in the storm of years. I will never forget you, forget the words like a breeze and drizzle, and forget the dust and mud in my heart. I will never forget your powerful east wind to remind me to move forward. At this moment, I will give you the most beautiful flowers and the sweetest smile. Looking back, I feel that the monument in my heart will never stand.

It feels like yesterday, fresh face, carefree smile, youthful figure, working hard with her with passion and hope. She, my alma mater, gave me good memories, but more importantly, I learned knowledge and felt the most sincere friendship.

Like a great mother, she has nurtured generation after generation with her youth and sweat. Under her care, every small tree bud has grown into a big tree, and she has never been forgotten.

After many vicissitudes, the deceased is like this. From the scenic Mata Lake to the picturesque Qianhu Lake, every day of history has left many eventful years, but what remains unchanged is gratitude to my alma mater. Now that she is old, her gratitude at this moment has turned into blood, which makes me take off in the world of Nantah! Acura alma mater for forty-five years, looking at the school from a distance with a new look. The school building is magnificent and more than a thousand students are busy studying.

Teach students in accordance with their aptitude, and cultivate thousands of talents in Qian Qian. No.1 Middle School students are all over the world, and the four modernizations are the pillars of the country. Ode to my alma mater, you nurtured my soul and body with maternal love, your milk is the source of my thinking, your eyes give me the light of wisdom, your hands give me the hope of soaring, and your feet give me the strength to soar.

You are a towering tree, I grew up in your shade, and the sweet and tender berries fell on the tree, which made me rich in nutrition; You are a rushing river, I grew up under your nourishment, and your dripping river moistened my thirsty throat sac. You are a ferryman on the ferry, sending groups of students across the dangerous beach to the other side of success; You are a carriage, carrying us forward in the ocean of knowledge.

You are the flower of spring, giving me the fragrance of wisdom; You are the spring in the hot summer, which gives me the desire to learn; You are a fallen leaf in autumn, nourishing this barren land under your feet; You are the sun in winter, which warms my cold heart. You are the pearl of Yuexi River in No.1 Middle School of Yibin County.

Autumn wind blows, the earth is golden, happiness is written on your face, and joy and joy are intertwined with you. On the occasion of your birthday, my heart is as happy and joyful as yours.

Let me laugh for you and bless you. I wish you a happy birthday and a better tomorrow.

[One of the Seven Rhymes of Peach Blossom] The drizzle is light and warm, and the flowers hide the branches. Spring night didn't let his sorrow go away, so he smelled a sigh first in summer night.

When should you be in full bloom before you dare to say goodbye to Pepsi and visit Jiao Hong? I am fortunate to have a meeting in the garden today. I hope I can help you again in the future.

4. Describe the sentence of missing your alma mater ★ People always grow up and mature slowly.

Six years, the good times of primary school life are gone forever. There are joys and pride, setbacks and regrets on the colorful road to growth, which should be cherished and preserved forever.

On the occasion of graduation, what I miss most is the students in this group, this classroom and this class! I have never been to my alma mater since I graduated from primary school, and I am always afraid that it will disturb my childhood dreams. However, the scenery, feelings and people of my alma mater often fascinate me.

★ Alma mater, we are about to part, and tears are in our eyes. Friendly teachers, lovely classmates, clean classrooms, green lawns, tall trees and solemn statues all make us want to stay, but we still have to sail and sail. Goodbye, alma mater. Alma mater, we miss the happy time in your arms. We will never forget your voice and smile. You have cultivated our seedlings. When we grow into towering trees, we will come back to shade you.

★ Farewell to college is like farewell to mother. Farewell to my alma mater, I am full of fatigue and nostalgia. Seeing my mother, I burst into tears and smiled.

Six years ago, we came to the campus hand in hand and snuggled up to our parents. In ignorance, we have gone through six years of ups and downs, six years of bitterness, six years of joy and six years of sadness.

Well, my friend, in the face of the future, you and I must refuel! There may be an endless sea in front of us, waiting for you and me to swim; Maybe it is a blue sky, waiting for you and me to fly; Perhaps it is a dense forest, waiting for you and me to take risks; Maybe it's a rugged and steep mountain, waiting for you and me to climb … whatever it is, let's face it hand in hand! Looking back on the ups and downs we have gone through together, we find that our friendship has been so deep. Alma mater, you are like a mother who nurtured us.

Alma mater, you water us like a gardener. Alma mater, you are like a big tree, which has given us.

Alma mater, you satisfy us like air. ★ Raise the sail and we will go our separate ways; Play wind chimes and friendship songs.

At this point, a thousand words can no longer replace my attachment to you, so let it accompany you through this life with my wishes. ★ It's over, it's over, should we go? The kite will always fly far, but its thread remains on the ground; Cooking smoke will always fly far away, but its source remains in the house; We will fly far away forever, but the footprints remain in the theater of the high school campus ... At that moment, we should not be sad, because we are growing. At that moment, we graduated.

Goodbye, alma mater, goodbye, every grass and tree in the Wild Goose Garden, I will love you as much as my brother and sister. I will remember what my alma mater taught me and the happiness and luck it brought me.

When I leave, more people will come, and more classmates who love you like me will come to see you. May everything be better at my alma mater! Alma mater, over the past six years, you have created a beautiful and clean campus for us, provided us with a comfortable learning environment, taught us more knowledge and set sail successfully. Over the past six years, we have grown up happily in your warm arms, and you have quietly dedicated yourself to us. It is you who have trained us from ignorant children into energetic teenagers, and you have sent energetic teenagers on a new journey.

You not only gave us knowledge, but also taught us to be human. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, we will be full of confidence and go forward bravely.

Thank you, alma mater. ★ Alma mater, I wish you fragrant peaches and plums and create a better future together; May your tomorrow be more brilliant! I praise you with the chord of life: teaching and educating people is the foundation, lasting forever, being as virtuous as orchid, moistening things silently, being brilliant, and succeeding in one generation.

★ Time flies, time flies, and it's your centenary celebration again. A hundred years of affectionate attachment, a hundred years of brilliant casting, a hundred years of constant affection and a hundred years of eager expectation have cast a heavy history.

But you are still radiant, and the glory of the years has not changed your noble face. You are still the paradise of our dreams. We are grateful to our alma mater and praise it: because you are the place where we fly our dreams.

We wish our alma mater a better tomorrow.