1. There are beautiful trees in the southwest, and their branches communicate with each other;
Lingran leads the wind and rain, and is happy and prosperous. (Classmate Jiang)
J Thousands of miles traveled across China to spread fruitful results
A hundred years of ups and downs and journey to Hengfa Chunhua (Sha Shuai)
J You give We have a gentle breeze and drizzle, and we will return you the abundant fruits of autumn. (Classmate Gao)
J We are not civilized because of our long history, but only because we are civilized. (Wang Jing)
J The clouds and mountains are green and the rivers are long. (Mao Zhuowei)
J was founded in Yuguan and became famous in Tangshan. Old China moved from Hunan to Hunan and spread the fire.
The grass moved to Emei and became the dominant city in Chengdu. In the new century, the two schools and the three places have regained their splendor ( jazz )
J The shores of the Bohai Sea have exuded pride. For a hundred years, Jiaotong University has experienced vicissitudes of life. It is soul-stirring and unique.
The land of abundance has built its backbone. For a hundred years, Jiaotong University has gone through ups and downs, and we are in the same boat* **Economy, good reputation everywhere (Anonymous)
J A hundred years of Jiaotong University, the fragrance of peaches and plums bears fruit
Thousands of students who have made great achievements in the future have made brilliant achievements (Chen Danfeng)
J A century of Jiaotong University The fragrance of peaches and plums floats across the five lakes
Thousands of achievements and stars shine brightly all over the world (Chen Danfeng)
J Hundreds of flowers bloom to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Jiao Tong University
All people work together to draw a blueprint for the alma mater
p>J Alumni congratulate Jiaotong University on its 100th birthday
Students *** draw a blueprint for their alma mater for the future (Chen Danfeng)
J Your beauty is simple and unpretentious; Love is deep and broad;
Thousands of students call Jiao Tong University home, and countless alumni care about it.
On the occasion of its 100th anniversary, I wish my alma mater:
The dragon is soaring and the tiger is leaping, the spirit is high, and the strong steps forward are taken!
Scientific research and academics are a dark horse, and their good reputation is resounding all over the world!
2. Recalling the past, peaches and plums are silent, and they have their own ups and downs;
Looking at the present, they are generous and virtuous, and they will continue to be brilliant and famous across the five continents.
As alumni of No. 8 Middle School, we are deeply grateful for the cultivation of our alma mater. We also pay close attention to the construction and development of our alma mater, and we always hope to have the opportunity to contribute to our alma mater. On the occasion of the 50th anniversary of No. 8 Middle School, I wish the school celebration a complete success! I wish my alma mater to accumulate rich history and expand its ambitions! Compose another glorious chapter!
Recently I saw the sea of ??purple-blue flags outside the wall. The logo for the 50th anniversary of the school was swaying in the wind, as if waving its hands to the passers-by to advertise: I want to pass. It’s my fiftieth birthday! From time to time, bursts of music can be heard on campus, sometimes lively and cute children's songs, sometimes pop dance music with a brisk and dynamic rhythm, which makes people feel the lively atmosphere of the school anniversary in advance. Of course, you can also imagine that in these songs Next, these children, dancing to their heart's content and smiling, must be fully prepared to welcome the school anniversary!
Anshan No. 8 Middle School has been standing here for fifty years. How many principals and teachers have devoted their efforts and sweat to this land, working hard and sowing seeds here, so that we can From here, countless outstanding talents in society have been cultivated and many pillars of society have been created. I believe that those who silently sow seeds will gradually see the harvest after these flowers bear fruit. And we can all witness the results of Anshan No. 8 Middle School’s continuous progress and development since its establishment, whether it is in terms of hardware, school buildings, teaching equipment, learning resources, or professional teachers and educational concepts in software. In terms of innovation, the school is constantly enriching and expanding, so it is only now that we can see the results of these progress and innovations during the school's 50th anniversary. The reason why a ship can sail so steadily for fifty years certainly requires a good helmsman and a group of the best sailors to work together, and Anshan No. 8 Middle School must be the result of the efforts of successive principals. Only with the cooperation of teachers, teachers and parents can we present what we are today. Therefore, while we happily congratulate the school on its 50th anniversary, we are even more happy to see that these educators who have spared no effort in education can continue to cultivate these future pillars of the country with their great love for education.
I am very happy that all the alumni who have graduated can come together to participate in this grand event. This kind of power of participating and mobilizing together, as well as the feeling of everyone being united, I believe that this school anniversary will definitely be a success. The event was very successful and successful! I wish the No. 8 Middle School of Anshan a prosperous future and continued success in the next fifty years!
Fifty years are the glorious fifty years of the true feelings of the people of the Eighth Middle School, and the glorious fifty years of the hard work of the Eighth Middle School people.
As a provincial model high school directly under the Provincial Department of Education, the people of No. 8 Middle School have continued to strive and make progress, allowing No. 8 Middle School to move from one glory to another.
The bright red flag of the Communist Youth League of China was flying high on the campus of No. 8 Middle School. The students shouted the slogans of "dedication, patriotism, integrity and honor" and lit the blazing torch on the school badge, illuminating It touched the chest of every Bazhong student.
From Yang Yue and other young leaders of the Youth League Central Committee to Jia Nianji, deputy secretary of the Anshan Municipal Party Committee, the students of No. 8 Middle School have always been at the forefront of the progress of the times. They started here and took off here.
Yesterday’s seniors have become the new force of a prosperous and powerful China, and today’s students will surely be the pillars of the country in the future!
After fifty years of ups and downs, under the care of school leaders and teachers, the students of No. 8 Middle School will develop in an all-round way and strive to make progress towards the goal of stronger abilities and higher quality!
Fifty years of hard work have ushered in a garden filled with peaches and plum blossoms.
Twenty thousand days of hard work have taught and trained elites across the country.
On this special day, I would like to extend my most sincere blessings to my alma mater. I hope my alma mater will always be young and brilliant!
After fifty years of ups and downs, Anshan No. 8 Middle School has become a modern provincial model school today. This is inseparable from the hard work of the school’s principal, teachers and students. . Under the earnest instruction of the teachers, the students learned various cultural knowledge, broadened their horizons, and developed the passion for patriotism. The school provided us with various sports facilities and provided guidance according to students' personal interests, cultivating us into healthy individuals. Physically useful talent. Every teacher who has educated me has their voices and smiles always engraved in my heart.
The affectionate call from Anshan No. 8 Middle School brought tears to the eyes of the students! Anshan No. 8 Middle School, my teachers and students thank you! The knowledge taught to me by Anshan No. 8 Middle School and the teachers have shaped my spirit. No matter where I go, this is the beacon of my life! Anshan No. 8 Middle School, my teacher, every step I take, I have to look back; every time, I see you waving to me affectionately, the morning breeze blowing your hair...
Anshan No. 8 Middle School, I love you deeply and wish you the best!
I wish Anshan No. 8 Middle School to keep pace with the times and create more brilliant achievements!
Rigorous scholarship is well-known
Working hard to cultivate talents in large numbers
3. Celebrating the school anniversary
The golden late autumn is driving the cool "windmill" "When Shanshan arrived, our kind alma mater celebrated her 50th birthday. Because of this, all the air became lively and light, as if it was dedicated to the excellent "mother" of No. 6 Middle School. Deepest blessings.
We are all children of No. 6 Middle School, swimming in her vast blue ocean of knowledge, sometimes listening to the truth of life, sometimes collecting the magic of knowledge, sometimes appreciating the joy of success, and sometimes being grateful to "mother" for her giving. . With it, we have a land to cultivate and work hard; with it, we understand the value of friendship, which is better than a thousand pieces of gold; because of it, we experience the courage to fight; and because of it, we will compose a magnificent song of life. .
We are all ordinary "seedlings", weak. But the mother of No. 6 Middle School has never been afraid of taking care of us tediously. She has poured out her years of hard work to protect us from wind and rain, and created an excellent garden for us to learn so that we can grow strong as soon as possible. Over the past half century, she has made unremitting efforts and achieved extraordinary and leap-forward development. She has entered the ranks of famous schools step by step. How difficult it is! What an admirable "mother" this is.
We all come from initial ignorance. It is the sixth middle school that educates us to keep in mind the school motto of "unity, diligence, truth-seeking, and innovation". Let us know the importance of friendship, hard work, honesty and thinking. The Sixth Middle School taught us the "Sixth Middle School Spirit" of "sincere unity, tenacious struggle, daring to be the first, and never being satisfied", allowing us to "learn to be a human being, learn to survive, learn to learn, and learn to create." It has hidden the path for us in the future. With many favorable conditions, we strive to enable every student to draw a grand blueprint.
Thank you, my dear Sixth Middle School, for giving us all kinds of precious opportunities. I wish you, my beloved No. 6 Middle School, may you be more brilliant and beautiful in the days to come. I would like to write a short poem to express my congratulations on your birthday.
History will never forget
Your unremitting efforts over the years
Because the ups and downs have already turned into glory
It is reflected in your fine lines
In those shallow fine lines
contains too much affection
mixed with your hard work
and me My tribute
You are like a ferryman
Guiding us from one end of knowledge
to the other
However, Always willing to give
Ah! My generous you
Your selflessness makes me deeply proud
History will never forget
Me, nor will I forget
Reminiscing about fifty years? Time flies? A song of emotion
I am still looking at the dust flowing through yesterday’s train, the scene blown by dreams, wind and rain, the wheels and rails rolling against each other. The beat. My words collapsed into nothing but empty shells. I really wanted all my thoughts about you to flow truly, but the depth of your eyes has not yet reflected my reflection. I haven't knocked on your door knocker yet. If tears can convey the inner message, I am willing to dye my eyes red for your half-hundred "miracles". ————Inscription
The weather is newly sunny, and the chill is shimmering in the dusk. The setting sun hangs on the leafless treetops. Perhaps because of running around all day, the light has lost its warmth, but is full of dreamy colors. The entire playground seems to be sprinkled with a layer of golden sand, yellow and clear. , shiny.
Every particle in the air is dyed with color, jumping and flowing. There are all kinds of wonderful changes in every second, and every color has a yellow background. In this hazy light and shadow, Baiyang's wisdom seemed to be awakened, kissing the sunset affectionately. They are placed around the stationary playground, but they can break away from the surrounding trees all year round and stand out. They are neither invisible nor forced, and they reveal their elegance and elegance. I am sitting alone on the lawn of the campus playground, feeling today's dusk in the silence - so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes my heart palpitate!
The playground in the North Campus seems to be rarely visited by people, which is reasonable. The playground in the south courtyard, the modern sports field, the plastic track, the evergreen lawn all year round... all of these are incomparable to the grassland in the north courtyard - there are only a few tree trunks with branches stretched out, and there is nothing left. There are a few yellow turf football fields, and a track that will cause "flying sand and rocks" if you run a few times. If people really want to exercise, I am afraid that few people will come here. However, once this place loses its function, it is still a good place for walking and sitting. To be honest, I prefer this place to the playground in the south courtyard. I often listen to the most delicate sounds echoing in my ears here, feel the gentlest wind blowing across my face, and then quietly wait for a half-century-old senior. The author tells the story of his ups and downs.
Although one day, everything here will be replaced by modern sports venues, but what is there to be sad about? The vicissitudes of history will still give new things, and we will witness it all! Like peach blossoms blooming in early spring, pomegranates in full bloom in midsummer, autumn leaves that never wither in late autumn, smiling wintersweet in the middle of winter - looking at the colorful clouds floating on the horizon, I have the urge to cry. Standing on the balcony of my dormitory, I suddenly realized that the days passed really quickly. A year quickly slipped through my fingertips. The past suddenly slipped out of the container of memory and gradually connected into a series of smooth characters.
I am used to listening to the professional-level programs of the radio station and rushing back to Zhonglan to eat with my roommates; I am familiar with the scene of people chatting with strong and powerful voices; I am proud of the "art festival" ""Spring in Guangyuan" contains exquisite masterpieces from our alumni; admiring the handsome men and beautiful girls who come in and out of fashion with unique youthful vigor...
During the day, walking among the poplar trees Below, we are used to peering into the vast and far-reaching white clouds and blue sky through its sparse branches and leaves, listening to the "familiar" "College Student Self-Study Song" coming from Building 8 of the North Campus, and then walking towards a youthful and joyful pace. Move forward in a palace where you can gain knowledge. At night, with the windows open and the lights on, through a thin gauze curtain, we were doing our own things. Our mutual understanding made this speechless space not awkward, and a stream of warm warmth flowed into it. Open your heart. Then, we looked at each other and smiled, chatting about snacks, clothing, tourist attractions and other topics from all over the world, and singing songs that were sometimes soothing and sometimes joyful. We are a family, this small but ample space is our home, and all of this is so bourgeois!
Chen Luyu's "natural and relaxed" hosting style - gentle and relaxed, meet you;
Cui Yongyuan's free and easy "no more than that" - humorous and ridiculing, talk to you Things:
Coupled with Li Yong's calmness and eccentricity, Bai Yansong's profound and sharp... and the entrepreneurial miracle of the elite pioneers in the Chinese media field - all teachers are role models for us to learn from, regardless of who we are. We will become the protagonists of tomorrow. Every effort we have made from beginning to end is the most stable, solid and lasting support for our alma mater - "Cherish the spring, cherish the spring!" How dare we waste it, how can we hesitate. Quickly seize every minute and second, let your regretless youth flow on this "tree-lined road", let your young heart fly in the white clouds and blue sky, and let the gorgeous future be fixed in the vast sky. Then the scenery will be infinitely beautiful. !
With the help of the puzzle pieces of memory to illuminate the path of life, we look forward to the future and seize the opportunity.
Hum the familiar school song to remind alumni who are on the road to youth. Cherish the spring!
I sit alone in the sunset. In the hazy light and shadow, my Ganoderma lucidum is also awakened by memory. My soul is like a clear wave in a lake, clearly reflecting the past and future of life - four The roses of the moon exude wild fragrance, show off their individuality, and let themselves bloom in the most beautiful season. When I got up and took a walk, the stones here seemed particularly docile and motionless. I ran around once, twice... When I was tired from walking, I took a deep breath, and there was a ringing sound in my ears like the train passing by, but when can I really board it? Soon, soon, fifty years, one hundred years... to be continued!
When the sunset puts away her last smile, the poplar is still waiting stubbornly, struggling to grow upward, firmly believing that in the night When thick black wings cover the earth, another sunrise is gestating in the dark. And they will one day greet her charming smile again when the rising sun rises.
I smiled in the face of all this. Fifty years later, who is telling the story? Who is listening?
On the horizon, under the trees
There is a kind of excitement echoing in the horizon, and a kind of emotion sprouts under the trees. I don't want to close my eyes that are devoured by loneliness, let them go, and look for the most beautiful and beautiful sounds in this garden. I think I am very lucky. I am still a student who has just raised my head and can see the grand centennial anniversary of the school.
I have blocked my heart. There is endless heavy rain outside, and I am arrogant and arrogant. I'm afraid that I won't be able to withstand the ravages of the world. I'm afraid of heights in high places and darkness in low places. People who once complained that the world was too cruel and ignored me. It's like a domineering mountain peak, standing alone in the clouds; it's worse than a mocking and taunting stone, allowing others to trample on it. Elementary school life is dull and boring. And I, who had always been reluctant to enter junior high school, entered the affiliated middle school. What has always been considered the biggest wrong choice in my life has changed my life. In this world, I found sweetness that I have never tasted before. The kindness of my teachers and the care of my classmates made me put aside that worthless painful memory.
I have doubted the existence of friendship and blindly followed those so-called friends. Follow the mischief, follow the mischief, follow the child king and call him big brother. When you shout and shout, you lose yourself and forget yourself. There is no excitement of friendship in your soul, only the feudal ethics from above. But I didn’t want to be discriminated against or excluded, so I kept calling myself like this until the end of elementary school. I always think that there won’t be any big changes in junior high school, and there won’t be any close friends. And imagination is always imagination. Under this tree, I found a feeling that I had never felt before. I am grateful to God for his arrangement. I finally realized what friendship is. We create while playing, and we release friendship while learning. There is nothing more worthy of nostalgia than friendship. I gave up those cries that went against my will.
On this horizon, under this tree, I have a new self. I have no regrets about taking root here and growing up here. A big tree grows here, setting off the sky. Among the new people layer after layer, they are also given a brand new life.
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