Top 10 Best Lục Bát Poems About School

Longing for the old school days
The canal still flows, the coconut trees remain
The school has embraced so many days
So many memories that fill the years

Remembering the full moon nights
The moon goddess descending to visit the village yard
Cheerful voices singing in harmony
Locusts joining in a chorus, remembering spring

Friends gathering together
The red phoenix flowers bloom during the clear moonlit nights
Carefree, immersed in studies
Forgetting the days of youth and flowing hair

Full of life, singing passionately
Walking down the same path, familiar footsteps
Amazed under the shining moonlight
Leaving a feeling of longing and hesitation even now

The school gates are poetic through the years
The one who stood there waiting, offering flowers
Now we part ways, distance grows
Remembering the old school, as if it were a dream

The old ferry, the familiar dock
Dreaming of collecting poems to give to the teacher
After so many years, the bonds remain strong
The old school, old friends... The beloved teacher

The echo of the school bell rings
Wishing to return to the good old days.
Hong Vinh

I return to visit the old school
The children in white uniforms laugh and talk
Where did these tears come from?
I hear the echoes of those old smiles
I've been away for so long
Separated from the sound of the teacher’s voice lecturing
Now I return to the school
The teacher's hair has turned gray, wisdom in every strand
Building bridges with every step
Now, my teacher also has silver strands in her hair
Teachers are the mirrors
Guiding youth on their journey.

Author: Nguyễn Xuân

I return to visit the old school
The echoes of time bring back the sound of the teacher’s voice
The trees along the old path still stand
My teacher’s hair has turned gray, marking half a lifetime
How I miss the classroom, my seat
The white chalk dividing lessons of the past
Ah, the songs we sang on rainy afternoons
Ah, the lessons shared morning and night
My teacher devoted his life to guiding us
Never minding the hardships, day and night
“Your words are filled with trust and love
In my heart, I’ll remember all you’ve taught me, teacher!”

Today, I return to the old school
Parting from those days feels like it was just yesterday
Now, we are all grown old
Some friends are now grandparents

Some are happy with their spouses
While others remain alone, still by themselves
Thinking back to the school days
Our friends of the same age, so dear and close

Although we are far apart, the longing is great
Remembering the lessons from our beloved teacher
Now, each of us has taken different paths
The bonds of old, the memories, still linger in our hearts

And so, the days and nights pass in longing
Until the day we meet again in warm embraces
Then, parting once more on an afternoon
But the memories remain etched deeply in our hearts.

Author: Phạm Tuyết

Today, I return to the old school
The setting sun casts a soft light on the faded walls
Looking at the school... I feel a deep nostalgia
Remembering those innocent days of youth!

How could I forget that one day...
A warm, gentle morning full of sunshine
Feeling shy on my very first day
Following my mother’s footsteps, my heart heavy with uncertainty
Afraid of what I might find at school?
Would I meet the strict teacher who often scolded us?

The school came into view in the distance...
Next to the old pagoda stood the banyan tree!
The wind rustling through the banyan leaves
I hear the echo of the teacher’s voice as we spell out words
My heart is filled with anxiety and doubt
I follow my mother quietly across the yard and into the school...

From the day I stepped into the school gates
I’ve lived through decades, and the school has changed
Now, looking at my teacher, I feel tears welling up
How could I forget the lessons learned from my teacher’s hard work?

...In this world, a mother nurtures, a father gives life
The third greatest gift is the love of a teacher!

Guise hoangtho.

It's been a long time since I visited the school
How many years have passed since I last saw my old friends
The schoolyard is now filled with fallen phoenix flowers
The classrooms are silent... Oh, how sad it is!

My heart feels a sharp pain
A flood of memories rushes back to me
The cicadas keep singing
Reminding me of the old love story, making me even sadder
The dreamy days seem so far away
I search through my memories for a trace of love!

The old school and its classrooms still stand
The blackboard and white chalk next to our beloved teacher
The embrace of friends, morning and evening
The boat of knowledge, sailing through shared lessons

Where are my old friends now?
As I return, my heart is filled with longing
My teacher’s hair is now gray
His voice teaching math still echoes in my ears

My heart holds onto the days gone by
Every lesson taught, shaping who I am today
The red flowers of success, a perfect score
Grateful for my teacher, who worked so hard all his life

The teacher’s love is as high as the mountains
Helping me dream of flying into the future.

Returning to the old school
Remembering the season of blooming phoenix flowers, as if it were just yesterday
My heart fills with memories, both sweet and sorrowful
The days of joy and longing that I’ll never forget...

My steps feel both strange and familiar
The shimmering sunlight, the soft songs of birds
As I search, lost in my thoughts
For the teacher's figure, for the shadow of friends, forever in my heart.

The way home stirs my emotions
Where is the old classroom, my old seat?
The schoolyard, where we played in the sun and rain
Those days of hardship, waking up early and staying up late.

The excitement of exam season
Friends gathered together, discussing, debating
Laughter filled every corner of the room
Covering the sound of bombs and the trembling earth.

Our dreams were to build our homeland
To expand our knowledge, to find a way to reach far and wide
For our land to remain green and fertile
For the joyous seasons, the sounds of song to never end...

Returning, my heart is full of unease
I search for my teacher, I look for my friends, but I feel lost
I search for my youth, for the innocent promises
By the lake, on a rainy evening...

Returning to the old school,
Returning to the dreams of the past
My once-dark hair has turned white
But my youthful dreams remain vivid, timeless.

Hà Quang

Years have passed since I walked these paths
And today, I return to visit the school again
The old school has changed
Buildings rise, lights shine, and the teacher's hair has turned silver
Looking at the familiar faces
Silently thanking the teachers and the beloved school
They worked tirelessly, day and night
Teaching us with love, helping us become who we are

Now grown, we soar to many places
And our teachers' joy is in seeing us succeed
Our teacher's hair is white
Because of their love for generations, their lives turned grey
They dedicated their hearts to education
Climbing mountains, crossing seas, overcoming obstacles
We promise to continue learning, forever honoring our teachers
Our teachers helped us take flight
And the old school will forever hold their memory.

Trần Hữu

This afternoon, I return to the old school
The flamboyant trees still sway, waiting patiently
Searching for the memories of my childhood
While time has slowly drifted away

The school bell still rings, echoing through the air
The crimson petals of the flamboyant tree paint the sky
The gentle evening breeze stirs
Bringing back sweet, nostalgic memories of the past

Those days of studying in the afternoon rain
Raindrops gently falling, leaving traces of sadness on the ground
In a dreamlike slumber, I would drift off
Only to be scolded by the teacher, tears falling

Childhood was full of rosy dreams
Like a paper boat floating gently on a journey
As light as autumn leaves
Or the refreshing breeze of a summer evening

The school roof still shelters us
The sound of crickets still echoes, calling out with sorrow
Where have my friends gone?
Some are still here, others lost in time

The old school is full of memories
Years pass, but silence still lingers, waiting
The sound of children’s laughter still echoes
Bright eyes full of innocence, repeating their lessons

The young teacher still hums a tune
Teaching each stroke of the pen with love, day by day
Shaping the future generations
Filling them with dreams and hope for the dawn ahead

Though life may be filled with hardships
The old school and old friends are still waiting
The memories are simple
But I wonder when I will ever forget them

This afternoon, my steps are heavy
Returning to the old school, a tearful farewell.

Author: Giọt Buồn Không Tên