I miss my alma mater's sixth grade composition 1 Time flies, and the time in primary school passes quickly. Our group of children has gradually grown into a big child who is about to enter middle school. After six years of primary school life, we have formed a deep friendship with teachers and classmates, which makes us miss our alma mater very much.
I remember when I was in the first grade, I bumped into a child in Class 1 (5) because I was not sensible. My head was smashed open at that time. After the teacher learned that, he rushed to take me to the hospital without saying anything, and registered for me to find a doctor. When sewing, the teacher held my hand tightly, encouraged me to be brave and strong, and asked my parents to accompany me. All this makes me unforgettable. A few days later, my teacher came to the hospital to visit me and help me with my homework. At that time, I really wanted to say thank you, but I was afraid to say it. Now I am about to graduate and leave my alma mater. Maybe I will never see you again. Let me pour out my true feelings here and put a thousand words into one sentence: "I love you, teacher!" "
In the past six years, I have also forged a deep friendship with my classmates. My classmate Tang Ziang is lively and lovely, and cares about his classmates. Whenever I am criticized by my teacher and feel sad, he will always find out the reason and say something funny to make me laugh through tears. Whenever I am praised and complacent by my teacher, he reminds me not to get carried away and learn to be modest. I am about to graduate now, and I don't know when I will see my friends again. I want to say to him: "Maybe we will go to different middle schools after breaking up. No matter where I go, we will always be good classmates."
Six years of happiness will soon pass, but this profound friendship between teachers and students is permanent and indelible. We will always miss our alma mater.
I get up at six in the morning, earlier than before. On the way to school, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind: "cockroach!" " "I looked back, oh, it was my classmate Xiaoming, and then he said," Oh, sorry, I forgot this is your flower name. " I was stunned first, and then smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. This flower name sounds nice. Call me later. "I really don't know where I got the courage. If my classmates used to call me that, I will definitely fight back and teach him a good lesson. But this time Xiao Ming called me that, which made me feel so kind!
As soon as I stepped into the classroom, a warm current suddenly struck. More than six years of ups and downs came to my mind ... At this time, several students came to me happily, holding bright and dazzling "graduation commemorative books" in their hands and asking me to sign a message. I was stunned at first, and then refused their request. After that, several other students also asked me to sign a message, but I refused. Am I heartless? No, it's not! It's just that I don't want to make the atmosphere so boring because of parting on the last day of six academic years.
In the last class of six academic years, Mr. Liang, whose hair has gradually turned gray, finally announced the results of all the students. Although my grades ranked third in my class, I didn't shout to my study opponents as loudly as before: "Look, I said I can surpass you!" " "This time I just gave a wry smile and got to know my opponent. The bell is about to ring, and I am about to end my six-year primary school life. I don't expect this voice as much as before. I wish time would stop at this moment, but no, the bell still rings, and it is harsh. ...
Let's go! A year later, it will be another reincarnation, and a group of brothers and sisters will shed farewell tears here.
When I walked out of the school gate, I turned around and whispered to my alma mater, "I'm leaving, I miss you, and I hope you will prosper and become a famous school in Bagui."
I miss my alma mater's sixth grade composition 3. Time flies, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and the fingers are flicked. Six years ago, I was a fledgling child. Now I am a fledgling junior high school student. Although I am still wet behind the ears, I am also a graduate. Although I graduated, I am still reluctant to go. Because there are my classmates, teachers and my alma mater where I grew up.
I miss my classmates and have been together for six or seven years, so I can be regarded as bosom friends. You are all partners with me. Only when I get along with you can I understand the value of friendship. When I was in urgent need, you extended a helping hand, shared difficulties with me, and let me know the warmth of friendship. Although my friend who grew up with me gave me great face, this moment is unforgettable, so that even if he is at the end of the cliff, I will never forget him. Someone once said, "I rely on my parents at home and my friends outside."
I miss my teacher. They are spring silkworms, storing knowledge in cocoons, and they are candles, which irrigate us with candle oil. People say, "Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." They are gardeners in the garden of the motherland, watering our flowers with the showers of knowledge. They are our "angels in white". Although there are "moths" among us, they are still teaching in a pure way.
I miss my alma mater. Six years ago, we often heard the sound of reading in the classroom with bright windows; Six years ago, our vigorous posture was always active in the grassy playground; Six years ago, we heard deafening laughter every ten minutes between classes.
Some people are attached to money, power and beauty. I miss my alma mater, friends and teachers.