The time for the sixth grade composition 1 in graduation season, like running water, is gone forever; Quietly passing you, you, feel it? In a blink of an eye, I can't go back to the sixth grade of 20xx, recalling the good times at that time. ...
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Looking back again, during the military training under the scorching sun, students' shouts resounded through the sky, the instructor's password sounded like a tsunami, and cicadas kept barking. The students' sweat soaked the solemn, beautiful and dignified camouflage uniforms in August. Somehow, the camouflage uniform is deep, but it is particularly dazzling in the sun, probably because of the perseverance of the students!
Remember that basketball game? Junjie Tang, Wang Mingchao, Lu Zefeng, Chen Baijin, Mo Zhengmao, Jin Zexu and Huang Qiwei in our class are working hard for the class on the basketball court. You see, Wang Mingchao was happily carrying the ball back and forth to our basketball basket, but suddenly two "obstacles" rushed in front of him. He jumped up and passed the ball to Chen Wei.
And the entrance ceremony. We wore berets, white shirts, scarves, suits and skirts, pantyhose and black shoes and praised each other. Wang and others standing in the front are wearing camouflage skirts, military caps and makeup!
Look at the second square. We are going to enter the stadium. First, we will use military boxing. Look at their neat movements, which has made a good start for our A-level.
When it was our turn, the rabbit in my heart jumped. We swung our arms back and forth 90 degrees and stepped on our feet, shouting the slogan "Patriotic support for the army and consolidation of our Great Wall". Study hard and serve China. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. One two one, one two one ... "Finally, we won the first prize.
That relay run, that 8-character jump rope, that poetry knowledge contest, that debate contest, that you laughed, that she cried. ...
Looking back at 20xx, tears, smiles, activities, places we have been, and then ...
Six years ago, with curiosity and love for knowledge, we walked into this sacred temple. However, six years later, we will bid farewell to our classmates and respected teachers.
At this moment, I have ten thousand things on my mind. If I can start over, I will cherish our friendship and not let our friendship boat capsize. However, time is gone forever. We will soon step into the gate of junior high school and make more friends there. No matter how good junior high school is, I will never forget the good times when we studied and played together. We've always been together, crazy and United.
Let me talk about the unity of our class! Last Children's Day, there was nothing special in our class except chorus, and the song "Days in beijing east road" was the song that could best express our feelings. During the practice, everyone tried their best, and we practiced again and again until we did our best. The teacher broke her heart to let us live such a child's moral integrity, and these pictures still appear in front of my eyes!
Today, six years later, I walked in the beautiful campus and saw the scene where we played together and completed the "task" to win glory for our class.
Six years ago, we didn't know anyone. Six years later, we met, and we became familiar with fate. Why are we so cruel and want to separate us? Oh, I see, we graduated!
The students in our class don't seem nervous about graduation. Yesterday, the teacher forgot to hand out the papers. My good friend Shao Nanyue found out and reminded the teacher. As a result, other students complained about Shao Nanyue. This behavior has always been despised by me. Don't they just want to do less homework? Why do you hate studying so much? Doing homework is for your own good! Besides, if you don't do it on the weekend, do you want to do it next week?
Yes, it's total disgust. More than once, I heard someone say that I hope the thunder will hit the teacher's head, and that if there is a fire, the first thing to do is to burn the exercise book. For learning, if you can be lazy, you should be lazy. It is best to copy other people's ready-made answers, whether it is homework, exercises or exams. Even copying, too lazy to copy the standard complete answer, just simply copying it can't be simpler.
Although graduation is just around the corner, the students in our class have no pressure at all, at least it seems so. Even if someone is nervous, it is only a small part. When I come back from lunch, as long as there are more than five people, the classroom will be very noisy. In some classes, some people don't take the teacher seriously. They pestered me to change my position. Every time I change, I still stay in my place after class. They also messed up my position, piled up with pieces of paper, and even put some waste paper in my drawer, which annoyed me. Once, I was helping the teacher with his homework, which was a very proud thing in my own opinion, but a classmate saw it and said, "Zheng Hao, you are so poor!" "Poor? Poor what? I said to her, "this is a good thing to reduce the burden on teachers and serve the whole class." How can you say that happiness is too late? " "I don't want to batch homework. Every time I pray that the teacher will not let me approve. " She said disapprovingly. I sighed in my mind, is it not troublesome, is it not interested in learning? How selfish it is to think for yourself and refuse to pay more for others!
What the hell went wrong? Is it a defect in our education?
I brought Shao Nanyue to my house to play yesterday. Unexpectedly, I learned from my mother that I was admitted to the experimental class in the placement exam of Greentown Yuhua. I'm still a little ashamed, because I think I didn't do well in the math exam.
I just found out that my family has a classmate record. That was given to me by my teacher when I won the first prize in the calligraphy competition for English interest classes. Alas, is the classmate record filled out by everyone really what you think? Especially: "What do you think of me ..." Just like your opinion of the teacher, you dare not express your dissatisfaction in front of each other. I don't know why, but I suddenly envy the first-grade children. Although some people think they are naive, in fact, their eyes are so clear that no matter which side they look at, they leave this world with innocence and no dust. I remember, I went out to exercise that morning. I was assigned to the men's team because there was one person missing from it. I didn't think there was any problem. A classmate next to me said, "That's the men's team. Are you sure you want to stand there? "I don't know why, this time, there has been such a deep and thick gap between boys and girls? Is it true that the affection between boys and girls must be abnormal puppy love and can't be close friends? Now many things that don't seem to be worth making a fuss about will be spread as gossip. This time in graduation photo, the teacher asked two good friends to shoot together. None of the boys and girls in our class were in tune. I remember when I was doing a scientific experiment on the playground, a first-grade boy and a girl walked by happily holding hands and laughing. Alas, this is the great wisdom of first-grade children. I think of some performances of "There is a Song in the Class". Those beautiful songs are accompanied by children's warm smiles and natural movements. It is a voice from the heart, a voice that is really addicted to performance. ...
Grade one children may not know as much as we do in their studies, but morally, they are teachers and we are just students. They showed us the purest and most sincere feelings in the world.
Another graduation season.
Fourth, I think of the scene of the graduation party. First, four presenters appeared. We are happily waiting for the first program. Because of Chen Luhui's recitation, her vivid sentences almost touched our class.
The second program is the magic brought by Deng Sisi, Kuang and Zhu. An egg floats on the water. When we first heard the word magic, we were shocked and exclaimed. How can they do magic? We watched their magic in surprise, and the magic was very successful. I think it's because they discovered the secret.
What impressed me the most was that the teacher recommended us a game called "The Ancient King and Horse Riding Dance". The teacher moved eight stools first, and nine students thought that the students who shouted stop, we danced Jiangnan STYLE and walked around the stools several times. After shouting stop, we immediately grabbed the stool, and those who didn't grab it were eliminated. Those who are eliminated choose truth or big adventure. Finally, after several battles, Lei Chao was still the king of stocks, and everyone threw him into the air to congratulate him. The teacher invited him to drink with 10, and Lei Chao drank like a hungry boy. The most passionate part, of course, is riding a horse in mathematics. The teacher told us to let go and teach step by step. The teacher played music and we jumped to it. Everyone is sweating. The teacher also paid us to play all afternoon, how happy we would be after graduation.
This graduation party is so interesting. This is the longest time I have played with my teacher. This graduation party will be imprinted on my mind forever and will never be erased.
This summer, we graduated. At the graduation symposium at that time, many students left tears, which everyone could understand. At this time, tears welled up from our hearts.
At that time, everyone's face was full of smiles, but we knew from our hearts that after today, we would be separated. Whether we step out of the door of Class 6 (4) or not, we will always remember that we are students of Class 6 (4) and Class 6 in Jingbian. Because, here is the place where we grow up, study, laugh and live, and it is also the place we remember, especially because there are teachers and classmates who live together day and night. Besides parents, the closest people to me are teachers and classmates who have been together for six years.
We planted a seed to repay our alma mater in this graduation season. When we return to our alma mater again, this seed will sprout and blossom, indicating that we have not forgotten our alma mater and the teachers here. Young dreams are sowing seeds for us in this graduation season. ...
We have always wanted to ask, what did you leave this graduation season? What did youth take away? I tell you, this graduation season left the next goodbye, and youth took away our meeting.
All good things must come to an end. At this time, separation means the next meeting. We firmly believe that we will meet again!
The sixth article of the sixth grade composition in the graduation season has graduated. Goodbye friends.
We graduated.
We are no longer that ignorant child.
Flip through the yearbook
Think of many people and things.
At the graduation ceremony, everyone was laughing.
Finally, we all cried.
Tears as big as raindrops slide across our faces.
Everyone hugs together, and there are many disappointments in their hearts.
But we are going to graduate.
We turned our heads and dried our tears.
Everyone said with a smile; We graduated.
We all want to leave the most beautiful smile for our friends in our last primary school days.
Graduation, goodbye friends.
How time flies for the seventh article of the sixth grade composition in graduation season! In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school time flies in a hurry, and we are about to leave our dear alma mater and wave goodbye with tears. Facing the campus that accompanies us day and night, the persuasive teachers and the inseparable classmates, we have too much gratitude and attachment.
Thanks to the familiar campus! That neat and beautiful campus, how many times left us laughing; Spacious and bright classroom, how many times to listen to our reading; How many times have we written our secret knowledge on the silent blackboard? The crisp and melodious bell reminds us to cherish time many times.
Thank you, dear teacher! You are too tired to speak for us again and again, you give us kind criticism again and again, you hold up an umbrella of love for us again and again in the storm, you solve problems for us again and again, and you bring us laughter again and again! Although you work hard every day, we still find your love for us in your eyes! It is the encouragement of your love that makes us know how to unite as one and make our class a vibrant, harmonious and warm family!
Thank you, classmates. We have left too many precious memories between us-the theme class team activities we planned together, our shouting together at the sports meeting, our Qi Xin efforts in the group gymnastics competition, and the Red May singing competition. We won the gold cup for six years in a row, won the championship in the tug-of-war competition, and won the excellent class group of Shanshan Primary School several times. We all applauded ourselves!
The day of parting is approaching, and time has entered the countdown. Teacher, please don't be too sad. Although the happy time has not stopped, good memories will remain in our hearts forever. Students, please don't ignore all this. Although there have been frictions in six years of study and life, the friendship of classmates has been deeply planted in your hearts and mine.
The rest of the time, let's recall: the male students are sweating like rain on the court, and the female students are sitting in the armchair talking about interesting things and unforgettable things.
Although we are destined to be apart, no one can take away our past. Perhaps, we will meet one day after many years. Perhaps, we can't remember the past experience. However, I will always remember this pure and eternal friendship and our wonderful memories together!
"One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." Let time witness, bearing the ardent expectations and affectionate entrustment of the alma mater and teachers. We will be ambitious, down-to-earth and responsible for innovation!
Graduation season sixth grade composition article 8 "Where are they? In this way, we parted ways. There is Christine's "Those Flowers" on the stereo. Your laughter, your face, your figure, and the "flowers" that walked with me through my childhood are flowing in my heart.
Graduation photo's is the lost years, the flowers that grew with me. Every time I think of you, I will show a faint smile. I will never forget the days when I laughed with you, the tacit time when I walked hand in hand with you, the heart-to-heart talk with you and the prospect of the future. My ears echoed with laughter as we walked on the way to school; I remember your expression of concentration in class in my heart; At the sports meeting, we cheered with excitement. You guys okay? A few words in the classmate's record will always bring out my deep and shallow thoughts about E.
From the moment the graduation bell rang, from the moment we parted ways, do you have nostalgia? Does the friendship that once vowed drift away with the bell? We left each other, but it was necessary. So I have always stubbornly believed that we are still fresh and swaying flowers in the same garden. But the reality almost froze my beautiful thoughts: the strange and cold eyes when we met made my heart cold; When there are no flashing heads on QQ, and even when there is no one talking to himself in the QQ group I created for my class, I always feel that the gorgeous world in my heart suddenly turns into ice and snow, as if I am standing alone in the North Pole, surrounded by monotonous white, and I suddenly exist, confused and lonely; When we fell into a long silence after exchanging pleasantries on the phone, and finally could only say "goodbye" awkwardly, couldn't we get back the intimate friendship we had before? The fortress of good friendship in my heart is crumbling.
Distance, time and years will really stand in the middle of friendship like a wall, can't you see through it? Has everything changed? We are not who we used to be. Don't! I don't believe it! At least meet and say hello! At the very least, we haven't fallen to the point of being strangers. On the eve of the Spring Festival, when I saw the short message you sent me and gave me the blessing of the Spring Festival, the joy and warmth in my heart began to overflow, as if it had overflowed. Yes, I can finally firmly believe that those flowers did not leave me, but went to the dream country for the pursuit.
In my heart, spring is blooming, and flowers are dotted with my happy heart, as beautiful as you. Those "flowers", no matter where you go, no matter where you go, I will remember the good times we walked together.
Flowers bloom and fall, people gather and disperse, and our growth is actually similar to the laws of nature. At every big station or small station in life, we will bid farewell to some people and welcome some people, which is inevitable. Everyone grows up in such encounters and farewells.
Last weekend, our class held the graduation season. This may be the last activity. As soon as the activity is over, it means graduation soon, and my heart is full of disappointment.
On the day of departure, the sky was overcast and it was raining in Mao Mao. It was a gloomy morning. In a short time, we arrived at our destination-Jiuzhou Ancient Town in Anshun City and Jiangnan Scenic Area in the mountains. After lunch, the coach in charge of organizing activities showed us around.
This town is antique and full of elegance. There are still some raindrops on the cobblestone road. Walking on the path, you can also see some white fog as thin as gauze. Walking along the path, I returned to the place where I met. Soon, in the evening, the bonfire party began. The coach lit the bonfire, gave each of us some paper, let us hold it in our hands, make a wish and throw it into the fire. These papers thrown into the fire bear our attachment to our alma mater, our reluctance to leave and our longing for the future. ...
The flame rises, and the white paper rises to the sky with our wishes. The burnt paper, like a flying black butterfly, with sparks on its tail, like an elf dancing with the stars, soon disappeared.
The bonfire soon went out and it was dark around. The sadness of parting came back to me. The night sky is unclear, and there are clouds blocking the stars.
Looking at the empty night sky, I suddenly felt a little lost. There seems to be something stuck in my heart. The dark night sky is like a curtain, symbolizing that our six-year study life is coming to a successful end.
"The west wing is silent, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. It' s a parting, and it' s not a taste in my heart. " At that moment, I seemed to understand Li Yu's voice.
Last night was a party with the same family. Let's push a cup for a change. At present, tea and wine are cold and empty. In the past six years, the scenes of the past have emerged like dreams. Between dreams and waking up, it seems that six years ago, when flowers were blooming, I walked into the campus with expectations for the future. ...
The next morning, I woke up in my hotel room. This means that the event is coming to an end.
Is it over? Is it a dream? Or am I still awake?
Maybe, if we live far apart, it's over. Laugh it off, after all, six years of study and life is the result, always draw a full stop.
If six years of life is compared to a dream, then now, the dream is awake.