1. Poems about returning to your alma mater

Poems about returning to your alma mater 1. Poems expressing that you are about to return to school, such as leaving school: After being in a cage for a long time, you will return to school. Dehuizi

Five poems from "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"·Tao Yuanming One of them has no suitable vulgar charm, and his nature is to love hills and mountains.

I accidentally fell into the dust net and passed away for thirty years. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden. The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall. The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is still there.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees. The courtyard is free of dust and clutter, and the empty room has plenty of leisure.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. Translation: When I was young, I did not have the nature to cater to the world. My nature originally loved mountains, rivers and pastoral life.

Thirty years have passed since I mistakenly fell into the snare of this world. A bird in a cage longs for the woods where it once lived, and a fish in a pond longs for the deep pool where it lived.

Go to the southern wilderness to open up wasteland, stick to your ignorance, and return to your hometown to live a pastoral life. There are more than ten acres of land surrounding the residence, and there are eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows cover the rear eaves, and peach and plum trees line the front of the hall. Inhabited villages can be vaguely seen in the distance, and the smoke from the trees rises gently in the wind.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, and roosters crow on top of the mulberry trees. There are no worldly distractions in the courtyard, and there is plenty of free time in the empty room.

After being trapped in a cage for a long time, I can finally return to nature. ; After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.; ;for a long time; with; thirty years; Understand; the soul returns; the fun. Yes, the officialdom has eroded half of his life and stained his "purity", and today, after all the hardships and joys, the poet finally got the gratifying compensation. It is the poet's heartfelt cheers, finally Break free from the shackles of the cage, like a bird, return to the mountains and forests, gain freedom, and say goodbye to official life.

This conclusion is the finishing touch, echoing the beginning, and expresses the poet's noble ambition and dissatisfaction with the dark reality.

2. Poems about returning to school

The poems are: 1. If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be sad.

——Translation of "Long Song Xing" by Han Yuefu: If you don't know how to be strong when you are young and strong, your hair will turn gray when you are old, you will accomplish nothing, and your sorrow will be useless. 2. Don’t be afraid of floating clouds covering your eyes, because your body is at the highest level.

—— Wang Anshi's translation of "Climbing Feilai Peak": I am not afraid of layers of floating clouds blocking my distant view, just because I stand on the top of Feilai Peak, climb high and see far, and have a broad mind. 3. Even though you have endured countless blows, you will still be strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, from north to south.

——Translation of "Bamboo and Stone" by Zheng Xie: After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still so strong, whether it is the southeast wind in the scorching summer or the northwest wind in the severe winter, it can withstand it Live and remain strong and strong. 4. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, so hang up your sails and sail across the sea.

——Translation of "Traveling is Difficult" by Li Bai: I believe that one day, I will be able to ride the strong wind and break thousands of miles of waves; hang my sails high and move forward bravely in the sea! 5. My heart is like a magnetic needle, and it will not rest until it points to the other side. ——Wen Tianxiang's "Yangtze River" translation: My heart is like that magnetic needle, which will never stop until it points south forever.

The full text of the ancient poem: 1. If a young man does not work hard, an old man will be sad. ——Original text of Han Yuefu's "Long Song Xing": Han Yuefu's "Long Song Xing" The sunflowers in the green garden are waiting for the sun to set in the morning dew.

When spring comes, all things will shine. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.

Hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable. Translation: In the morning, there are green sunflowers in the garden, and the crystal dew is waiting to dry in the sun.

Spring spreads the hope of happiness all over the earth, and all living things show prosperity and vitality. I often worry that the chilling autumn will come and the flowers and leaves will turn yellow and wither.

Thousands of rivers are rushing eastward and flowing into the sea. When will they flow back westward again? If you don’t know how to be strong when you are young and strong, your hair will turn gray when you are old, you will accomplish nothing, and your sorrow will be useless. Appreciation: This is a song that praises life.

Singing about life is born from the sunflowers in the garden. This is called "supporting things to rise" in writing, that is, "preface other things to trigger the words to be chanted." The sunflower in the garden stands gracefully in the spring morning, with dewdrops rolling on its green leaves, shining brightly in the morning sun, like a young man full of youthful vitality.

The poet extended it from the flourishing growth of sunflower in the garden and wrote about the entire nature. Due to the sunshine, rain and dew in spring, everything is shining with the glory of life, and there are lively and prosperous scenes everywhere. . These four sentences are literally a tribute to spring. In fact, they are borrowing things to compare with people. They are a hymn to the most precious thing in life - youth.

An era when life is full of youthful vitality is as beautiful as spring all year round. In this way, in terms of writing, it also has a metaphorical meaning, which is the so-called "Xingerbi".

2. Don’t be afraid of floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level. ——Wang Anshi's "Climbing Feilai Peak" Original text: Wang Anshi's "Climbing Feilai Peak" Feilai Mountain Qianxun Pagoda, I heard the rooster crow and saw the sun rising.

Don’t be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level. Translation: There is a tower soaring into the clouds at the top of Feilai Peak. I heard that you can see the rising sun when the rooster crows.

I am not afraid of layers of clouds blocking my distant view, just because I stand on the top of Feilai Peak, climb high and look far, and have a broad mind. Appreciation: This poem is different from ordinary climbing poems.

This poem does not write too much about the scenery in front of you, but only about the height of the tower. The focus is on writing about your own feelings of climbing to a high place, embodying the philosophy of "standing high can see far". This is similar to Wang Zhihuan's poem "If you want to see a thousand miles away, you will reach a higher level."

The former expresses the far-sighted ideological realm and heroic spirit of a political reformer, while the latter expresses the need for mutual encouragement or self-motivation of greater efforts in order to achieve better results. 3. Even after countless hardships, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

——The original text of Zheng Xie's "Bamboo and Stone": Zheng Xie's "Bamboo and Stone" insists that the green mountains will not relax, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

Translation: The bamboo grasps the green mountain and does not relax at all. Its roots are firmly rooted in the rock crevices. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still so strong. Whether it is the southeast wind in the scorching summer or the northwest wind in the harsh winter, it can withstand it and remains strong and strong.

Appreciation: This poem is written about bamboo on the surface, but it is actually about people. The strong bamboo in the poem symbolizes the poet's character of facing all kinds of hardships and hardships, rather than bending, and never yielding to any evil forces, and his unwillingness to A proud man who colludes with the dark society. 4. There will be times when there are strong winds and breaking waves, so hang up your sails and sail across the sea.

——Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult" Original text: Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult" Li Bai's "The Road Is Difficult" The gold bottle of wine is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand yuan. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. When I was free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun.

Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now? There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. Translation: The famous wine in the gold cup costs ten thousand yuan per bucket; the exquisite dishes in the jade plate cost ten thousand yuan.

I felt so depressed that I stopped eating and threw the chopsticks away. I drew my sword and looked around, but I felt really confused. If you want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow have blocked this great river; if you want to climb Taihang, the mountains have already been closed by the heavy wind and snow.

Like Lu Shang fishing in the river, waiting for his comeback; like Yi Yin dreaming, he took a boat and passed by the sun. How difficult it is to travel in this world; there are so many wrong roads in front of us, should I go north or south? I believe that one day, I will be able to ride the strong wind and break thousands of miles of waves; hang my sails high and move forward bravely in the sea! Appreciation: The poem begins with "golden bottles of wine" and "jade plates of delicacies", giving people a happy banquet scene.

Then he writes "stop the cup and throw chopsticks" and "draw the sword and look around", which also shows the reader the impact of the author's emotional waves. The middle four sentences not only sigh about "the river is blocked by ice" and "the mountains are covered with snow", but also feel like they are traveling for thousands of years and see Lu Shang and Yi Yin suddenly being reused.

The four short sentences "The journey is difficult" also express the dilemma and the psychology of continued pursuit. The last two sentences are about writing that your ideals will be realized one day.

After a high degree of hesitation and a lot of sighs, the whole poem suddenly opens up to a strange world with "There will be times when the wind and waves break", and firmly believes that a good prospect will eventually come, so "the sails are hung directly on the clouds to sail across the sea", Forge ahead bravely. The meaning is full of ups and downs.

5. My heart is like a magnetic needle, and it will not rest until it points to the other side. ——Wen Tianxiang's "Yangtze River" Original text: Wen Tianxiang's "Yangtze River" I traveled to the North Sea with the wind for a few days and returned to the head of the Yangtze River.

My heart is like a magnetic needle, and it will not rest until it points to the other side. Translation: A few days ago, I went for a swim in the North Sea in the strong wind, and I went back after all the hard work.

3. What are the poems about "Revisiting the School in the Old Place"

1. The dream has faded for forty years, and the old willows in the garden have stopped flying; I am walking in Jishan The earth is still full of traces.

2. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times - (Linjiang Immortal Yang Shen) 3. Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and moon are only similar every year - (Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night Zhang Ruoxu) 4. Several times in life, the past has been regretted, but the Taihuang still sleeps in the cold current. Today, when the world is home, we build Xiaoxiao Ludiqiu - (Xisai Mountain Nostalgic Liu Yuxi) 5. The setting sun on the city draws a sad corner, and the sinking garden no longer restores the old pool platform; The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it seems to be the shadow of a shocked bird. 6. Everything goes wrong when you have passed through the Lumen again. What happened when you came together and returned home differently - (Half-Dead Tong, He Zhu) 7. The clouds and shadows in the leisure pool are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns.

Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River flows freely outside - (Tengwang Pavilion, Wang Bo) 8. Where are the people who came to play with the moon, the scenery is vaguely like last year. ——Tang Dynasty Zhao Gu's "Jianglou Feels Old" 9. Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before.

——"Huanxisha" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty 10. When are the spring flowers and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back at the bright moon.

—— "Poppy: When Will Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Come" by Li Yu 1. More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan Garden are too old to spit out catkins and blow cotton. I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, but I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.

2. The mountain is still the same mountain, so who is at what time? 3. Life is fleeting like running water, and time moves in a hurry. 4. There is nothing I can do about the flowers falling away, but the returning swallows seem familiar.

5. Spring flowers and autumn moon bloom year after year, and the years are round. When will they be finished? Everything in the past is gone, gone, and turned into illusion. Another year passed after returning to the Song Dynasty. It was a quiet night. The people imprisoned in the small building leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. Facing the land immersed in silver light, so many thoughts of their homeland and sad feelings came to their hearts. I can’t bear to look back, and I can’t bear to look back.

4. How to express "the emotion of returning to the ruined alma mater after many years" in ancient poems

1 "Youth" The eyes and minds are not yet over, and the appointment with Qinlou is secretly made. Time is lost. It's hard to meet me, and my emotions can make people feel uncomfortable. The fragrance of the distant night must cover my knees, and I should scratch my head with jade when I'm bored. The cherry blossoms are withering, and the pear blossoms are blooming, and the heart is broken and the youth is full of sorrow. 2 The memory of my alma mater Author: The heart lamp is like a bean stepping on The melting moonlight walked into the quiet campus of my alma mater, and I came back. With infinite and deep attachment in my heart, I thought about whether my classmate with pigtails still held grudges against me. I once carved "No" on the table with a pencil sharpener. The line that has been crossed. I think about whether my childhood friends are still as playful as they used to be. We fought on the playground and how many mud cannonballs were hit in our butts. I think about the old man who rings the bell and believes that his story has not been finished yet. He used to secretly wear his worn-out straw hat and walk around in an old-fashioned manner with his hands behind his back. And the gray-haired teacher was always as kind and majestic as his father. If I were allowed to listen to his lectures again, I would never be naughty again. Countless beautiful childhood memories Memories are the precious spiritual property in my life. If I collect them, I can weave them into a huge garland.

5. Poems about leaving your alma mater

Time flies away, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yesterday, I was a freshman who had just entered school. Today, I had to say this with tears in my eyes: "Goodbye, my alma mater!" Alma mater, it was you who made me transform from a naughty boy who didn't understand anything. I became an ideal and ambitious young pioneer. It was you who led me into the endless ocean of knowledge. My alma mater, you are the one who connected me with my beloved teacher, and you are the one who allowed me to make so many close friends.

In these five years of primary school life, I have learned so much knowledge from my first teachers and gained so much joy from my friends.

Alma mater, you taught me to love the motherland, to be diligent, and to be an upright and honest person.

Thinking of this, I felt a little more fear and a little more nostalgia in my heart. I am so afraid that I will no longer be able to play and laugh with my classmates in your arms. I am so afraid that I will no longer be able to supplement my mind with the teacher's earnest teachings. I am afraid.

Alma mater, I really want time to stop at this moment, so that I can enjoy the warmth in your arms again.

Alma mater, in your arms, I have so many memories. I remember the sound of our reading, I remember the teacher standing in front of the blackboard on the podium and writing seriously, I remember playing with my friends on the playground, I remember.

Dear alma mater, although your classroom is not big, although your playground is not broad, although your equipment is not high-end.

However, I don’t dislike you at all, I still love you deeply, because it is you who let us learn a lot of knowledge and understand a lot of truths. It is you who have cultivated so many pillars of the country. Created useful talents. You are meritorious! Dear alma mater, I have to say goodbye to you. Can I look forward to your future? Ten years later, I returned to my mother. The classroom was spacious and bright, the equipment was advanced and high-end, and the campus was full of green. How wonderful it was! Dear mother, I deeply wish you, may you have peaches and plums all over the world, may you become a famous school in the Three Jin Dynasty, oh, no, you want to leave Shanxi and go to China! Goodbye, my dear alma mater! We waved gently, goodbye, alma mater! The blackboard in the classroom, has it ever recorded our efforts to seek knowledge? Rows of neat tables and chairs, have you ever recorded the sound of our reading? The swings on the playground, have they ever recorded our childhood laughter? The big willow tree by the playground, have you ever tasted the sweat we sprinkled at your feet? We are leaving today.

Please keep these memories! How can we forget that we fought bravely on the sports field, and everyone helped us when one person fell down. For the honor of the class, we never let anyone fall behind. Because we are an indivisible whole! How can we forget our passionate performance at the school anniversary party? Listen, the music is playing. Look, the garland is raised.

We are ecstatic about our alma mater’s birthday! Because we deeply love our alma mater. How can we forget the autumn outing in the drizzle. We walked hand in hand with our classmates and walked to the fields full of fruits, feeling the joy of harvest and realizing the preciousness of fruits! How can we forget the delicious meals that the uncles and aunts in the cafeteria cooked for us? We couldn’t get enough of them, and they made us tall and strong! The cleaning lady creates a clean environment for us every day. Seeing the bright windows and bright floors makes us feel relaxed and happy! We can’t forget the photos taken in front of the ruins of the Old Summer Palace. What remains in our hearts is shame, but also a kind of excitement, and we are angry for the rise of China! On campus, although our steps are in a hurry, the passion for climbing to the top is surging.

Let’s not forget that from the ignorant naughty boy when we first entered school to the flourishing young man when we graduated, it was the teacher who accompanied us to thrive. How many days and nights have I seen you working tirelessly.

During the time when you should be resting, you are still accompanied by stacks of thick homework, exercises and test papers, and lectures that enlighten us. Just like the wonderful scenes of a movie, we will remember it for a long time! We are about to leave, let us say one last thing: Dear teacher, thank you for your hard work! Please take care! The old principal was even more worried about us.

Her hardworking figure can be seen everywhere in the corridors, among teachers, and on the playground. A sincere admonishment, a warm encouragement, a warm look, and a gentle touch.

They all gave us infinite strength and courage. Dear Principal, you have sacrificed so much in the past six years.

Let us send you a belated greeting: Dear Principal Yang, please take care of your health! I wish you happiness and health forever! Dear principal and teacher: We will always remember your teachings. No matter where we are, no matter where we are, we must work hard and make progress. Remember: we will be the pride of Xiaoyue Garden tomorrow! Gently, we go as gently as we came. We must be eagles that soar high.

Soar into the sky and fight in the sky! Don't worry! Our alma mater, our teachers.

What is taken away is knowledge and your love, what is left is our eternal memory of us, or our alma mater is an eternal piece of music, and we are her flying notes; no matter which song or poem we merge into in the future, it will all beat. Sing one of her melody! My alma mater is a warm harbor, and we are a small boat sailing out of her arms. No matter which dock we berth in in the future, one of her navigation lights will shine! Our alma mater carries our endless laughter and tears. Since we have chosen her, let us love her and take care of her! Together we piece together the beautiful memories that once belonged to us in this paradise, leaving the footprints of our growth! I can't forget the clear and sweet bells, which woke up the ignorance and poverty in the countryside, and opened the closed hearts of farmers; I can't forget the spacious and bright classrooms, where my ancestors also studied and calculated, and the sound of books resounded from here again; I can't forget We can't forget the neat and beautiful tables and chairs, where we once lay down, calculating the future, and exploring the mysteries; we can't forget the exquisite globe, we widened our little eyes and looked at Beijing and the United States in surprise... Farewell, alma mater, you A century-old school with a long history, you have given us wisdom and pride.

No matter where I go, I will always remember your face, just like I will always remember your childhood cradle and my mother’s smile! Farewell, teacher! Bow deeply and call softly... I can't forget the lamp in front of the teacher's window. You were at your desk preparing lessons and correcting homework, and you didn't even know it was late at night; I can't forget your glasses with broken legs. Kindness shines through the lenses. Penetrating into our hearts, even the shortcomings cannot escape their scanning; the wrinkles on your forehead cannot be forgotten, the years have swept away.

6. Beautiful poems describing your alma mater

Poems dedicated to your alma mater. There are first-class teachers here, energetic students, and the Earth Expo Garden, which brings together scenic spots from all over the world. There is a biological garden planted with exotic flowers and plants from all over the world. Here are our most precious memories, our most unforgettable junior high school career, our most intimate friends here, our unforgettable hard work in military training, and our difficult final days in the third grade of junior high school. Working hard on this beautiful campus is full of love, justice, suffering and joy, but more importantly, it is the elegance washed by sweat============================ ========== 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 will always be a forest to me. I am a grain. Tiny seeds, my thoughts sprouted in your care. Every time I looked up at you, your shoulders were like a wooden house that held the blue sky and white clouds. I imagined that we could stand together forever, with all the beautiful mornings and nights at your feet. I wake up and go to sleep silently until today I have grown into a moving tree. Relive the love you gave me. Then I want to be like you and stand in a certain corner of my life in the wind and rain of the years to form a piece of green. Shade ============================ Memories of my alma mater. It is you who have nurtured the future of our motherland. Alma mater, it is you who have educated me. Generation, alma mater, it is you who let me learn knowledge, it is you who let me understand the joy of learning.

I am like a little flower that has just grown. You gave me soil, you gave me water, I grow in your arms, I learn in your arms, you let me know. What should I do? It’s you who won’t let me become idle when I grow up. It’s you who let me know the secrets of the world. Thank you, my alma mater. It’s you who made me, this lost little bird, find it again. I have found my partner and found my home. Ah, my alma mater, I would like to thank you again. It was you who made me know the importance of learning, and it was you who provided me with a learning environment. My alma mater, I am about to leave, and you will be buried forever. The depths of my soul! =================================== I will love you forever - a poem dedicated to my alma mater that brings you every day With your name hanging on my chest, I can feel your great love. You will always be a forest to me. I am a seed of smile. My thoughts sprout in your care. Every time I look up at you, your arms are like a The wooden house accommodates the blue sky and white clouds. I once imagined that we could stand together forever, all the beautiful mornings and nights, silently waking up and sleeping at your feet. Until today, I have grown into a moving tree, reliving those things you gave me. Only with your love can I stand in a corner of life like you and form a green shade in the wind and rain of the years ======================= ================ A hymn dedicated to my alma mater. My alma mater. I was once a strong and enthusiastic student of yours. I love you deeply and deeply. From the moment I walked into your school, you gave me knowledge, enlightenment, and helped me climb the ladder of success. When I returned to you again, I gazed lovingly at your high blue sky and green sky with wide eyes. The thoughts I recall about the majestic classroom on the grassland are like the storm rolling in from beyond the Great Wall. The passion I associate is like the tide rising from the sea, stirring up my unspeakable poetry and unforgettable pieces of memories. A string of endless love. Although I cannot be like a skilled piano player who pulls the strings to play melodious melody for you in the warm summer night in the early morning glow, nor can I sing loudly and let the beautiful singing float through the high wall. The tree gaps are falling in the willow shade by the lake, but I can dedicate my poetry to you, with passion, blessings, and aura, as my sincere gift to you for your centenary anniversary. My heart goes out to my alma mater and teachers. The classmates are together, the teacher’s sincere teachings, and the classmates’ sincere friendship are constantly injecting knowledge, wisdom and creativity into my young heart. My fast writing pen turns the pieces of white paper into banners of success. Although I have left here, I have already It has been a long time, but we have had the same friendship with her and have been in constant contact with her. Here is full of hope for sowing, here is weaving grand designs, here is nurturing a large number of talents, here is the prediction of a good harvest. I once felt like a A small, strong red flower is blooming here with a smile. My heart is so happy. It’s like talking about the sweetness of life with my beloved girl on a bright August night. My alma mater, I belong to you and will never stop. The wanderer who travels everywhere carries his schoolbag of knowledge, carries your teachings, walks through the plains, through the hills, through the green grassland, meets the challenges of life, and experiences the baptism of wind and rain. Every step of my success will always be closely connected with you. Together, you have nourished me with knowledge and milk, and I will dedicate my blood to you. I have traveled to many beautiful places, enjoyed many wonderful times, had many close friends, and experienced loneliness. With sorrow, when the temptation of lust no longer makes me emotional, when the torture of life has left me humble, but in the world of my true love, I can never forget you - my alma mater, it is you who gave me the power of knowledge. Lifelong benefit, full of courage to win, Zibo Sixth Middle School, my alma mater, I have missed you hundreds of times, I have quietly come to your campus more than once, twice, or ten times. Dear alma mater, you have changed your appearance. But my affection for my alma mater has become richer and more passionate. As I approach you, my heart suddenly becomes brighter. The image is standing under the stars in the summer night, surrounded by the fragrant atmosphere of the fields. Looking into the distance, I look into the endless blue sky and the stars are shining. Everywhere is full of fairy tales. The poetry makes my heartbeat rise and fall again. The scenes of the past are changing in a dreamlike and hurried way before my eyes. I am thinking about how the ideals of youth in childhood turned into reality through hard work. How to create everything. How to build a 100th anniversary? I am already old on the journey of life, but my alma mater is like a budding young girl, with joy, reverie and charming image that keeps reappearing in my dreams. What should I use? Emotions come to praise you. I hope you are like the sun shining brightly at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and you will continue to move towards glory.

Spring leaves and summer comes, the leaves are luxuriant, and the autumn yellow leaves drift in the wind. The daily watering and raining have changed. I don’t know that mothers remember their children’s filial piety.

Graduation Speech (1) stirred up a crystal clear spring and raised ripples of my memories. Setting up a white boat reminds me of warm journeys again and again.

My dear alma mater, when I look back, I realize that all the colors and all the languages ??in the world cannot describe our love for my mother.