A person must experience at least six years of primary school life. Although my school is unremarkable, it affects my heart. I am proud of its past, proud of its present and willing to contribute my strength to its future.
I remember when I first entered the gate of my alma mater, I was still an ignorant doll. Now, I know a lot of words. I can sing, dance and draw-all these are the testimony of our teacher's hard work in training and education, and I can't do without you.
Spring came, and the teacher led us to the campus to find spring. The campus is new. You see, the crape myrtle tree is blooming brightly, just like a little girl showing us her heyday. They are as white as clouds, just like brides in wedding dresses. Maple gave birth to Hong Haier; Boxwood's hair is more shiny-in summer, on the scorching campus, we still play wildly on the big lawn. When we are tired of playing, let the evergreen pine trees keep out the sun and bring us shade. In autumn, leaves are fluttering, like golden butterflies flying in the air. It's very beautiful. We are playing with butterflies. In winter, the campus is covered with heavy snow. We like to have snowball fights on the big lawn. Our hands are red with cold, but we are still very happy. You seem to have seen our little red hands again. Please ask Grandpa Sun to keep us warm.
Alma mater, I am about to leave you, and a thousand words can't express my attachment to you. Every corner of the campus is full of classmates' laughter, singing and piano sounds ..... As graduating students, we will cherish these days. These years together will always be the warmest memories in my heart.
Today, I think back to my alma mater's sixth grade composition 2, and the once seedlings have grown into big trees. Tomorrow, we will bravely go on the road and walk on the road to the ideal. Six years of campus childhood has become my best memory. ...
The teacher's caring eyes cannot be erased from my memory. Teacher Zhang often teaches us the truth of being a man in class and be a polite and civilized person. Once, I had breakfast and walked on the playground. Soon, I finished eating and threw my milk box and garbage bag on the playground. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhang happened to pass by here. He said to me earnestly, "Mr. Huang Chongwei, please pick up the garbage bag on the playground at once." As the saying goes, "You must cultivate good manners and integrity everywhere to become a great citizen." "After listening to the teacher, I was ashamed and quickly picked up the garbage. The teacher's words made me feel that civilization must start with small things. If we are grass flowers, then teachers are sunshine and rain. I will never forget the helping hand extended by my classmates. They often borrow pens to help me correct typos. Once, I forgot to bring my pen. Just when I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, a brand-new pen appeared in front of me. Hey! Isn't this my deskmate? Suddenly, a warm current surged in my heart. If I were a towering tree, my classmates would be flowers and plants that never leave.
I can't forget the activities of my alma mater. Wonderful cultural performances and special commodity fairs come into my eyes from time to time. Once, our class held a gourmet party, and the students ate and drank. If we are free-flying birds, then our alma mater is the boundless sky.
Although this wonderful childhood will pass, it has left a deep impression on my mind. Thank you, my great alma mater.
Memories of my alma mater's sixth grade composition 3 Time flies, unconsciously, six years of wonderful primary school time have passed, and now the quiz is approaching, which is really a little reluctant to go.
I remember it was in kindergarten. Since then, the children in my class and I have always looked at the dilapidated school with curious eyes. With the arrival of my sixth birthday, I finally went to primary school! My young heart is full of happiness. In class, we study hard, like a young bud, greedily absorb the sunshine and rain, and thrive. That was my happiest year. Until now, I can recite the schedule at that time. I remember one day, when we came to school, the originally muddy playground seemed to be reborn and turned into a neat and clean asphalt pavement! Looking again, many people are rushing to spray things on the playground. Oh, so the school is transforming the playground for us. Our hearts were filled with gratitude at once. Every time my parents pass by the school, I can always hear their amazing praise. At this time, my heart will be full of pride. It seems that it is not the school that is praised, but me. With the growth of my age, I learned how to get along with my classmates, how to treat people, and the truth of being a man, and gained a wealth of knowledge. I grew up in repeated study, and unconsciously forged a deep affection with my alma mater! Every moment, when I mention experimental primary school, the word "elegance" will come to my eyes. I can't help crying when I think of the advanced multimedia classroom, the "elegant" school spirit that the school has been adhering to, the teachers' inculcation, and the enthusiastic help of my classmates. The teacher once said in class, "there is only one month left, and the teacher is leaving you." So you should study hard and pay close attention to every class, so that the teacher will think of which classmate will have a good impression in the future. " Although the teacher pretends that the wind is light and the clouds are light, I don't know that many students are quietly holding back their tears below! Friendship between teachers and students, is a few words enough?
In another month, I will leave this big family that has lived for six years. I am very sad, but what I can repay my alma mater is to get good grades in the exam. I will also work hard in this respect, and I will live up to the training of my alma mater in the past six years and the teachers!
Recalling my alma mater's sixth grade composition for 4 hours, I am very introverted, and I will blush if I say a few more words in front of everyone, so I am particularly afraid of teachers asking questions. Every time the teacher asks questions, I want to find a hole to hide so that the teacher can't see me.
However, in that Chinese class, the teacher actually asked us to recite a favorite poem on stage. I am very nervous, my palms are sweating and my heart is pounding. I was even more scared when I watched my classmates confidently go on stage and come down happily. When I'm nervous, I'm really worried that I can't speak. It's my turn! I stood in front of the podium, afraid to look at the audience, buried my head and began my first recitation, but only I could hear the sound. The students were quiet, without a sound. After reading, I rushed down like a refugee. I only heard the teacher say, "This is the first time that Xue Ping went on stage to recite. It's amazing that he can beat his original self. We believe that she can beat herself again and again in the future, don't we? " "yes! The warm applause and the students' answers sounded like an avalanche, and I was ashamed.
Later, as my classmates said, I overcame my timid weakness, and slowly, there was my little hand in the class! If it weren't for the teacher's first encouragement and affirmation, and the students' sincere concern and help, maybe I would still be the little girl who blushed like a persimmon in front of people.
Keywords: success
We, who have just adapted to the life in Grade Three, are like twittering birds, at a loss to meet another big exam: the school will hold an English calligraphy contest in three to six years. What exciting news! Seeing the students in high spirits because of winning the prize, I am envious to death. This time, I want to prove my strength!
I carefully wrote the plug in the English book with a pencil. It should be straight, and the bend is not sloppy at all. When I have written it, I will happily show it to my classmates and ask them to help me find out, erase and rewrite the bad words. In English class, I wrote harder, and the English teacher praised me for writing well more than once.
The exciting moment has finally arrived! I corrected the mistakes in the font again and again with a pencil, and then I gave this paper to the teacher respectfully and solemnly. At the moment of handing in the paper, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, both excited and scared.
The award has been awarded! I can't believe my ears. Is it a dream? I really won the lottery! I actually won the first prize! It turns out that only pay will gain! And I have gained more and more confidence and success because of this award: I joined the choir representative school; Handwritten newspapers and reading cards frequently win awards; He became a teacher and The monitor on duty's right-hand man. Here, I want to thank my alma mater for giving me so many opportunities to show myself. I have accumulated my growth with repeated exercises!
Keywords: wonderful
Time flies, and before you know it, Zheng Tong's six years are coming to an end. And I, full of hope, want to find traces of time in the photo album.
The first photo was taken in the labor base. At that time, everyone was wrapping jiaozi, and the teacher took the opportunity to take pictures of our antics, because many people were wrapping jiaozi for the first time, and some of them were full of flour, like a Xiaohua Mall; Some hands are covered with pieces of dumpling stuffing, and their fingers become conjoined babies; Some of them are well packed. Look, there are big ones and small ones. They are either too full or their skin is broken. They are all grotesque and make people laugh! Although the whole kitchen was messed up by everyone, everyone's joy could not be hidden in the white flour, and even the roof was almost broken by our laughter!
The second and last photo. That was when we went to the Gold Coast in the fifth grade, the teacher took a group photo as a souvenir. At that time, at least a dozen people were playing tricks. Some put two rabbit ears on other people's heads, some make faces, and some scratch their heads to pretend to be monkeys. Naughty, I was still barefoot, squatting on the beach, holding a handful of sand in my hand and giggling at the camera. It's really fifty people and fifty postures, but one thing is the same. Everyone has a smile on his face, the sun is as bright and the flowers are as charming. Looking at the photos, you can still hear those "hahaha, hahaha" laughter! I will always cherish these memories, these happy and beautiful school life.
Time flies, but we can't shoot our teacher-student relationship and classmate friendship; The sun flies, but we can't erase the painstaking cultivation and deep affection for our alma mater. All this will be firmly engraved in my mind. No matter where I go and how far I go in the future, every bit of Zheng Tong is my most precious memory!
Recalling the composition of the sixth grade of my alma mater's primary school, the leaves were blown off by the wind and naturally could not be picked up. Memories are erased by time, hazy. Looking out of the window, the petals of osmanthus are falling, and there is a slight fragrance. I recall my alma mater, but I have no memories.
Come to my alma mater, remember.
When I first went to school, there were two osmanthus trees in the flower bed, which were already in full bloom. It was charming to stand there. Every day, friends will laugh around them, and parents who meet their children sometimes can't help standing there, smelling faint fragrance and full of praise. When I was a child, I didn't know it was called osmanthus tree, but it was always called big tree. Stay there every day, stretch out your tender hand and touch osmanthus. When someone comes, he will run away shyly.
Once, when I was thinking about why the big tree gave off its fragrance, that hateful deskmate came in and made fun of me. He also said that I was nearsighted and that it was a osmanthus tree. Since then, the big tree has a new name, and I have called it osmanthus tree.
When the wind blows, I just smile when I wake up and look at two osmanthus trees, but I don't know how to look at my childhood memories.
It's a memory of our childhood, when we approached unconsciously, drawing in primary school, writing contest and so on were all recorded on it. There is a slight glare in the thin clouds, and my eyes are moist. At that time, we had watercolor paint in one hand, no matter how dirty it was, we printed it on the drawing paper by hand, and we giggled. The teacher has no choice. So we just kept getting along, and then we grew up and graduated. .
Today's campus is still that campus, osmanthus tree is still that osmanthus tree, but the memory is blocked by the thin light of clouds.