“给母校一封信”的英语作文

Dear Alma Mater:
Hello!
Sky is nothing, why should it give me comfort?
Is to it.
The earth is always silent, why should it give me strength?
It is strong.
Alma mater, ah, standing on the tail of the fifth grade, I confess to you gently.
I still remember, when suddenly came that summer, my fifth grade this end. New classrooms, new teachers, new opportunities, new challenges.
If the smoke ho past, past and Lilikeshuo. If this move 5 years compared with the wealth of happiness, then I must be as rich with Bill Gates •; if the moment I give up your attachment and turned into a treasure, then, I will more than Bill Gates • rich. Moving, always think too much but too little to say, where I met many friends, and witnessed many wonderful, to give and how do you convert in the end, I broke off the fingers forget 5 years is still no answer.
"Difficulties and hardships greatness" This is your teachings. If there is Ar* Nights, it's deep in the night, there will be one thousand and one had to go to me; If there are thousands of why, after the question mark that it is those many hundreds of thousands of knowledge of the heart; if Milky Way really have nine days, then we have a responsibility for teaching and educating people on top of this; If there is lighted, then who said that burning the candle light, not one of selfless dedication candle?
Yes ah, you bring strict father's discipline, bring you their loving care, to bring you more understanding of his brother. The greatest person in the world, parents, greater than the parent is the teacher! Actions may not be spectacular, just a point to mention the time lost; may not harvest more than just sound sincere gratitude, but so what? When you stand on the podium three feet, this beautiful scenery, you have the touch of how rich and gaudy.
Alma mater, ah, your good lots to talk about, endless, it can be roadside willow tree, a fallen leaf on the ground, it can be hard sweat and tears of happiness, but also share spiritual sense of belonging.
Letter to you is a welter of poems, my thoughts gently tell.
Letter to you is a lesson of lush trees, section full of the fruits of effort every night.
Letter to you is a thick diary, recorded laughter and tears, parting with the meet.
Letter to you is a spotless white, who was willing to draw a blueprint for a more magnificent.
Alma mater, you are piece of the sky, let the young Bluebird can see hope.
Alma mater, you are that piece of earth, so delicate flowers also know what is strong.
5 years, twists and turns in the crowd, searching, and everyone found their end. I'm on the road of life drifting away, you do not say anything, just off a green plum, will be leaving my care, waiting for spring next year.
You do not know in my heart sinking, the seeds of gratitude, had Weiran trees.
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Miss the morning rush to such a pace and on from the first floor, again and again.
Remember leaning on the railing overlooking the recess, watching strange back, watching the same strange cloud.
Tuotang miss, miss doing questions, praise miss, miss criticism.
Miss the tears, for whom the memory of tears, remember why they cry.
Let all the time quietly sewing, we have not yet before the recall. 5
I wish: his alma mater is always full of life, always shine, more than a year a good year!