1 It has been several days since graduation. I didn't attend the graduation ceremony in order to come to Shenzhen. So I've never met him at all.
I was so happy when I learned that I was admitted to the first place in the town. Seven years, finally not in vain.
I can't give up my classmates and teachers I still remember a male classmate on the board who often borrowed my homework at 6: 30 in the evening, but I was happy to lend it to him. He is very kind to me at school. Whoever bullies me will help me. When he borrows my homework, he makes me laugh when he sees that I am in a bad mood, so I like him very much. After graduation, I can't bear to leave my teacher, and I really can't bear to leave those lively classmates. I don't know when they will meet again.
Teacher, thank you for your kindness to me and for training me for a year. How much sweat have you shed? You're amazing! For us, you spent your years without thinking that we should repay you.
The honor I have now is the honor you gave us last time. Just like the sun brings warmth to flowers and plants.
I miss my time with you. Unfortunately, this is a thing of the past. I will work harder to finish my studies, and I won't make you lose face.
Teacher, thank you for taking care of me. I really don't know how to repay your kindness behind me.
I used to feel very far away, but suddenly I found that graduation was close to us, and I felt a lot of emotion in my heart.
The most natural thing is to give up We have been together for six years, and even if we don't like each other, we can't bear to part. No one knows when we will meet. Will we meet again?
I recall the previous scene: that spring outing, we sang happily in the rain; That year's sports meeting, we turned defeat into victory and won the joy of three consecutive championships. ...
We had a good time shooting graduation photo that day. Forty-two students will be my eternal memory.
I accidentally saw an old photo of a freshman joining the team the other day. In the photo, I still have short hair and look at the camera and giggle naively. How happy I was then! But now, the pressure of study is great, and in the face of the upcoming city-wide unified examination, we can only study and study again. After graduation, it will be easier. I think so. Graduation doesn't seem so difficult. But the middle school ushered in after graduation is estimated to be more terrible than the primary school. There is too much homework, so I can only sigh helplessly.
Take out a classmate record, although it is still empty, but before we go our separate ways, we will definitely leave everyone's handwriting, messages, photos, as well as various mobile phone numbers and house numbers. I will take it out often in the future and remember everyone in the class.
Now, there is more reluctance among classmates. Sometimes a classmate will come over and say jokingly, "Don't forget me after graduation!" "But I know in my heart that separation is really coming. I cherish the friendship between my classmates more, and I also agreed with them in the WeChat group: I must contact them often!
Graduation is coming. I just hope that time will pass slowly and then slowly.
On the day of graduation exam, I took the exam with a hope and a happy mood.
From the morning, I got up quickly, did all the work and rode to the exam. I rode my bike and looked at the scenery on the road. I don't feel a little sad. I am a little reluctant to take the exam with the idea of separation pain. When I got to school, I kept thinking about hope and happiness! Finish this farewell ceremony. In fact, think about it carefully. In primary school, from junior year to senior year, generation after generation, you have to leave our alma mater and go to a strange junior high school. Every school has to go to its own school, and all students start to separate and go to schools in all directions. I, on the other hand, took the exam with an ambivalent attitude. Before the exam, the teacher writes down the time of the exam. Unfortunately, today, I know nothing about those expressions. Those smiling faces in the past, like everything, never happened. When I want to recall, I can't find anything worth remembering in my mind. At this time, I can't help but feel that I have lived in primary school for six years, but I have never remembered the best side of every classmate.
Sometimes I think, after six years, I haven't got nothing. In my mind, I still have some things and some good times that I will never forget. This is the best gift for my graduation, a unique gift, a unique happiness, and a happy and painful parting in my mind. But as long as our hearts are still there, we are still friends. Maybe they have forgotten me, but I won't forget them. I will always remember them, forever, forever, forever.
Pure white gardenias are in full bloom this summer, and the air is filled with its fragrance.
A wisp of wind blew through the green Ye Er among the treetops. Sunlight reflected on the grass through the gap and was circled. Yes, this is another graduation season. The fragrance of gardenia lingers in the footsteps of running together, the people we shout together, the stars we look up to together, and the five-star red flag we solemnly raise together. As if everything is fresh in my memory. The wind blew away the fragrance of gardenia and stayed in the restaurant. We line up in long lines, the people we wait for, the food we share, and the dining table where we sit together. It seems that everything is suddenly like a dream. The wind swept the fragrant gardenias flying in the classroom, the books we recited together, the faces we laughed together, the songs we sang together, and the papers we made together.
It seems that everything goes on. I can't help but see these clear pictures in my mind, one after another, not fragments, but continuous. Standing in front of some empty schools, the sun is just right. Looking at the white gardenia, I can't help thinking that this time next year will be our graduation season. Time is pressing. We must seize every moment and fight to the end. We believe that the dream of Gardenia will take off from here in the graduation season next year. With the scent of gardenia, we will fly to the clouds and fight for him.
Gardenia-scented people will fill the whole empty atmosphere, and the graduation season with flowers will be beautiful and successful!
Fifty years after graduation, time flies. I still remember our childish faces, the strangeness and longing for the new campus, and the unknown and struggle for tomorrow. This is who we were yesterday. With the same goal, we formed this active class group. Today, we will wave goodbye and pursue our higher and further dreams. Because we know that today's separation is to get together better tomorrow.
Dear teachers, thank you for your years of teaching. You gave me the courage and determination to pursue my dreams, you taught me optimism and kindness, and you taught me to learn to learn. Whether it is your teaching or your encouragement, I will keep it in mind. Without your support and encouragement, I would not have changed today. You have worked hard! You are great and selfless, just as the famous proverb says, "Spring silkworms are spinning until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night."
Dear students, I still remember the scene when we went from strangers to acquaintances. I still remember the scene when we helped each other when we visited the Heili River, and I still remember everyone singing and laughing on New Year's Day. This is our class and this is our big family. There is laughter, unity and mutual help. I believe that the years when we study and live together will be the most precious wealth in our life.
Now, we're going to part. Everyone is looking for their own dreams and pursuing their own tomorrow. However, our friendship will not be dimmed by distance and time. It will continue to shine with gratifying brilliance. Friends, let's smile and wave goodbye! ! ! Don't be sad, don't cry, let's believe in ourselves, work hard, and a brilliant tomorrow belongs to us. Come on! ! !
Excellent graduation composition 6 "I am surfing the Internet again, and it's time for the senior high school entrance examination. I am still playing. Go and do my homework. " Mom is talking about me again.
Is the midterm coming soon? be
I thought it was a long time before graduation, but I didn't expect it to be only a few months.
I went shopping that day and measured my height, 155cm. Mom says I've grown a lot. Yes, I'm really taller than when I first entered school.
I still remember when I first entered school, my mother would pull me out of the warm bed at 6: 30 every morning, wash my face, brush my teeth and make breakfast, and then go to school sleepy. At that time, what I expected most was to have a holiday as soon as possible, even if it was only for a few days, which would make me happy for half a day. But now, I really have a long holiday, but I'm looking forward to starting school soon.
Everyone is writing a yearbook these days. Xiao has had some friction with me before, and I don't think she will let me write for her. But she came to make up with me and asked me to write to her. I'm really surprised because we haven't spoken for a long time. Is it time to leave?
Will the contradiction between people be resolved? Everyone is so reluctant to go, so am I? It makes me sad to think that in a few months, my friends will go to various places to study and work, or drop out of school and go home.
When I was in Grade One and Grade Two, I always didn't study hard and just played all day. But now, some force urges us to study hard. It makes us feel a sense of crisis, and makes us give up those "fun" and devote ourselves to learning. What kind of power is this?
I can't imagine the expression on my face when I received my report card a few months later. Hope is a smile!
For that smile, I will go all out and wait and see! !
When I packed my things, I found that I had finished writing the sixth book. I picked up a book and turned over a few pages, recalling my mood at that time. The memory of four years is as vague as a layer of glass, which makes me feel like I am not reading my own story. I can't help but feel sad: four years have been compressed in quiet words, and all the joys and sorrows seem to precipitate in an instant, and suddenly it feels like recalling the past many years ago.
I am about to graduate, and the League member card I held in the first day of junior high school was handed back to me. The above photo was taken in primary school, and it should be the earliest photo that I have preserved in my study career for more than ten years. The photo is of a thin young girl, with the restraint peculiar to that age. Seeing myself more than ten years ago again, we both felt so strange and unspeakable shock and sadness. I really want to feel the silence of the years and the ruthlessness of time. Although the once naive face has not completely faded, it has become a bit more vicissitudes, but I still dare not use "maturity" as the attribute of "small coat".
Walking on campus, as expected, I was regarded as a freshman by others, and I gradually got used to this misunderstanding. But when I was called a freshman by my uncle in the canteen yesterday, I handed him my diploma to prove my identity. Only then did he believe that I really graduated, and I felt unspeakable sadness in my memory.
My roommate said that my dormitory has changed the most in these four years, but it's a pity that I still haven't carved out what senior three should look like for me in these four years. Is it because I am a dead wood or four years is not long enough?
I will graduate from primary school soon, and my mood is very complicated. On the one hand, I look forward to going to high school after graduating from primary school, but on the other hand, I am reluctant to live in primary school.
I'm graduating soon. Will you remember the anecdotes of Grade One and the funny stories of Grade Two? I don't know when we will meet again. After graduation, no matter how much I hated school and classes before, for six years, I was used to bickering with you, copying your homework every day, and getting used to the teacher's nagging. ...
When we stood at the school gate again, we were no longer children who walked into the campus. Our faces are full of masterpieces of time. We may never see each other again in this life, wave our hands and shout to the world: "friends ~ ~ life is safe!" " We looked at each other's happy faces. In fact, we all know that at the moment we turned around, we were all in tears. We dry our tears and go forward, afraid to look back at our classmates who have been with us for six years, for fear that we will never leave once we turn around.
After graduation, will you still remember you and me who used to fight wildly together? Will you forget me after graduation? After graduation, will you still remember the promise you made inadvertently? After graduation, we will get used to not having time for each other. Maybe we will forget each other in the future. Perhaps, when we meet again in the vast sea of people, we just pass by. Maybe ... we have too many possibilities and too many disappointments. I turn our disappointment into our own morning star. ...
Goodbye, my primary school life and reluctance to graduate will also make me very reluctant to part with this wonderful primary school time.
Excellent graduation composition 9 is like snowflakes, but it is always different.
Can time come back? I asked God if time could go back, so that second passed again. At this time three years ago, what were the students doing, writing alumni records, going shopping together, or brazenly saying "good sisters will never part" and "good buddies will be together for life"? I don't remember it clearly, but I still vaguely remember the teacher giving a lecture on the stage, and the students are sweating down the alumni records, whether they are from this class or his class. In short, there seems to be countless alumni records in everyone's hands. On the day of graduation party, everyone chewed watermelons, knocked on melon seeds, drank cookies and watched the performance. Some of them are still whispering about their little secrets. It seems that graduation is just a party, and they are just the beginning to know other people. No sadness, no pain, everything is so calm.
There is a road called no footprints. I don't know what kind of existence I am in these three years. Except for the photos in my classmates' cameras, there won't be any traces, just like the washed road. No one will remember his previous mud. If we can think more about turning it into years and rot all the memories, happy, painful, naive or unforgettable, we'd better start all over again with a heavy rain.
The scenery outside the window If you ask me, nothing has changed, I'm afraid it's just the scenery outside the window. Don't ask me why because I don't know. This is graduation season.
10 will graduate soon. I really want to leave here, but I don't want to leave. I want to leave here, because I hate this life of "I want to learn but I can't learn". I don't want to leave here, because I can't bear to part with my teacher, some of my classmates and the place where I have lived for six years.
In these last two short months, I will happily finish my primary school studies and bid farewell to my teachers, classmates and this dear alma mater with a smile. In these two months, I will definitely study harder, get high marks, leave a good impression on teachers and classmates, and live up to the expectations of teachers and parents. I have decided that I must study harder than usual, so that I can leave this school without shame.
In this school, I left my tears and recorded my happiness. These beautiful fragments should be indelible in my mind. This beautiful memory will be a treasure to accompany me to grow up happily, and a pistachio when I am sad, distressed and sad, and I will cherish it forever.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help crying again. I'm leaving my alma mater. I can't bear to part with it. I have always been embarrassed to say that sentence, and said that sentence to my teacher: "Teacher, you are the most important person in my happy growth, which left me a good memory. Please trust me, and I will walk into the university with your expectation.
Primary school life is coming to an end, and I will begin to fall into a beautiful middle school dream in my later life. ...
Graduation excellent composition 1 1 year is in a hurry, and in another month, I will leave this place where I have experienced laughter and joy; Leave the respectable and amiable teacher; I left the desk that accompanied me for six years ... Ah, it's been six years since I entered the Xiangyang primary school campus. With the passage of time, only memories are left, only beauty and sweetness!
What traces have I left after six years of campus life? I searched for good memories, recalling my primary school life with the blackboard as the background, teachers as the example and classmates as partners: how many times, in class, we enjoyed the hard work of teachers; How many times, on the playground, we played happily together; How many times, on the stairs of the corridor, we told wonderful stories; How many times, in the music classroom, we sang touching songs ... We bathed in knowledge and moral edification, and thrived in Xiangyang Primary School!
Time is like a song. Six years of primary school life is like yesterday's rosy clouds. Now, we will bid farewell to the beautiful campus and the teachers and classmates who live together day and night. We will step into a new school with reluctant feelings and start a new study life.
Dear teacher, thank you for cultivating us with hard sweat and sending us to the other side of success! We will be separated from you. Do you know how we feel at the moment? How much we want to stay in our alma mater for a few more years, but there is still a long way to go. Gathering is a fire, and scattering is all over the sky. Campus is our post station on the road to knowledge, which can only change the roadside scenery, but what remains unchanged is our desire for knowledge and the spirit of struggle. We should use practical actions to honor our alma mater and make it proud of us.
Goodbye, teacher, and wish your students the world! Goodbye to my alma mater, and may the sunny tomorrow be even brighter! Goodbye, classmates, let's raise our ideal sails and sail for a better shore!
Excellent Graduation Composition 12 July 14, that is, I just learned freestyle for ten days, that is, the last class. I think when I first started learning, I was just a little girl with a little foundation in breaststroke and nothing in freestyle. But after more than ten days' training by the teacher (coach), I gradually mastered the method of freestyle and strengthened the breaststroke. You can really kill two birds with one stone. These ten days of training have ups and downs.
There are times of hardship, and there are times of happiness. On the first day of the 200-meter breaststroke, I went out fifth and came back ninth. Needless to say, I was left behind. I accelerated my speed in the second breaststroke, but it didn't make me swim faster. On the contrary, it was more difficult. How can you swim fast if you can't master the method well? Li Rang I jumped ashore, grabbed my feet with my hands, and made a push and a take. "First, turn over, but kick your legs together. You must use force ... "After a day or two of training, my breaststroke is more beautiful and faster.
I'm glad that most of the credit is attributed to coach Li. On the tenth day, we took the exam in groups of three. I remember what coach Li asked me to do, so that I could speed up my movements and hit the fastest and fiercest legs. When I returned, I almost exhausted all my strength and kicked my feet hard. Through my efforts, I became the first in this group. These ten days' training not only strengthened my swimming ability and learned new swimming methods, but also made me understand: I must be not afraid of hardship and fatigue in doing anything, stick to the end and work hard to get the final success. The swimming gained a lot.
/kloc-in June of 0/3, it finally came with a touch of sad gardenia fragrance among many disappointments. I feel that there is a touching tear mole on June's innocent face and pure eyes. ...
On graduation day, the sky was heavy, as if there were endless worries, such as sentimental Daiyu, burying flowers with tears; I don't want to step into the school gate for the first time. I just stood there and watched the Magnolia grandiflora swaying in the faint smoke, so my thoughts flooded with them.
Lang Lang's reading sound, rustling writing sound, once the last thing we want to do, are all so kind and warm now. I think that wisps of breeze, with the fragrance of flowers, passed by my hand trying to catch it, stroking my hazy corner of my eye, and finally soaked my heart with bitterness, wetting the sweet memories of the past.
When I saw that the five-star red flag on campus no longer fluttered with the wind, I was speechless. I have never missed or even coveted the warm sunshine on campus so much. I have never wanted to enjoy the faint book fragrance on campus so much. At this moment, everything comes to mind. I looked up at the sky, trying not to let tear drops, only to see birds flapping their wings and flying to the sky, looking for their own sky. I choked again.
It began to rain, and I lost the lively and jubilant scene on campus. Gradually, not crisp, but parting tears. Say to yourself that we will meet again.
We graduated that summer. ...
I still remember when I graduated, Balloon sang a farewell song. It was the first time I listened to it, and I listened to it again today. It was unforgettable and sad.
"If you want to stay, you can't stay, but you are the most lonely. You just need to leave this song one second before your heart breaks. You are forced to embrace silence and send you a bitter farewell with your heartbeat ~ ~ ~ "Thinking of the painstaking teaching of the class teacher, all the scenes are displayed in front of you. What the teacher taught me is something I will never forget. My head teacher is an English teacher, but my English is not good at all. But the teacher told me: "you should stick to your present achievements and never give up." I will also work harder to improve your grades. You still have a chance. You can't give up. If we work together, we will definitely create good results. " During this time, the teacher often asks me questions in class and is very strict with me. I also understand the teacher very well and know that she is good for me. I also work hard here, memorizing words and grammar every day. Once you have knowledge you don't understand, run to the office and ask her, and she will tell me tirelessly.
"So, although I am stupid, I have heard of it."
"If you want to stay, you can't stay. This is the loneliest thing. You just need to keep this song. One second before your heart breaks, you hug the silence and send you a bitter farewell with your heartbeat. " This song reverberates in your ears, and your eyes are already wet. Now it's summer vacation, and my heart is pounding with miss. I hope the teacher can feel my gratitude and miss.
The last thing I want to give up is the teacher. I hope the teacher is healthy and everything goes well. I will never forget you! "Send you a bitter farewell with your heartbeat" is still ringing in my ears ~ ~ ~
Excellent Graduation Composition 15 Now we are sixth-grade students, and we are about to leave the campus, teachers and classmates, although we are reluctant to part. But we all know in our hearts that time waits for no one. Even if we really want to pause time and leave those beautiful pictures behind, it is only an illusion. ...
You know, my popularity in the class is not bad! Once a classmate had a spring outing and asked me to go, my mother insisted that I study at home. I pestered her for a long time, and my mother finally agreed to let me go. We discussed it for a long time and finally agreed to go boating in the botanical garden.
After boarding the boat, we suggest singing in pairs. Sheng is the most unlucky. He was arranged to sing with a boy, while I sang with my best friend. Time passes in our singing. I didn't expect Wang Yanan to suddenly throw water in my face. I also splashed all over her and got wet for a while. I saw that the water was clear, so I took off my shoes and sat beside the boat kicking water. Everyone was shocked by my "bold move", but many people followed me later.
Soon, an afternoon passed and everyone was soaked. I'm even worse. I'm soaked to the skin, just like I just fished out of the water. According to Wang Miao's words, she is like a female ghost, which is creepy. We went climbing again. In the sun, our bodies are warm and our hearts are warmer.
Now, the camera's flash is flashing and the smiling face is flashing. At this time, such a picture is the most beautiful picture in the world. Whenever I recall the past, there is an unspeakable emotion in my heart, and my eyes are moist. After graduation, we won't cry!