Overlooking the school, the tall building has been razed to the ground. On the land, in addition to loess, it is still loess. The laughter of the past has turned into the noise of building a house. The teaching building that once heard the sound of Lang Lang's books has now become a wasteland. Where are you in the old campus? Looking at the empty yellow land, I remembered the beautiful four seasons of my alma mater.
Spring has come, and teacher Chun has laid a green carpet on the ground. I sat on the green space reading a book, and the flowers leaned over, as if to learn knowledge! In the spring morning, we are knitting flower baskets. Oh, dear! Someone fell! Don't worry, the grass is so lush, it just happens to take a nap on it! Our laughter echoed in the campus for a long time.
Summer drove away spring, and a "fireball" was invited in the sky. The scorching sun scorched the earth, and hide-and-seek became our pleasure. Look, a man approached me quietly, and my eyes rolled, "cicada, cicada". When the enemy saw that it was a cicada, he left in despair and lured the enemy to success! Hee hee hee!
Maple leaves drive away the summer heat, and autumn comes in a hurry to take its place. Red, yellow, purple and green ... butterflies are flying in the mountains, forming a beautiful picture. The trees in the school are lined up, and the maple leaves are collected and the game begins! One is on the left and the other is on the right. Suddenly I choose a rose frame. Autumn is the biggest harvest!
Winter came quietly and put a silver cloak on the earth. The campus was covered with thick frost, and the northwest wind roared, making students' hands like red apples. Even if it is so cold, the students are not idle, kicking the keys like naughty children. I kicked them to the left, but they jumped to the right. I kicked it down, but it just flew up, attracting students to burst into happy laughter and melting the frost on campus.
Looking back, the campus is really beautiful. But what's wrong with the campus now? Loess, or loess! The laughter of the past has passed, just waiting for the moment of campus reconstruction!
I have been studying in wujiang town School since the third grade. Every teacher in the school is a diligent gardener, like her mother, who teaches us knowledge. I am very familiar with everything on campus.
There is a stream at the school gate, which flows slowly from the corner to the river. Whenever the tide rises, the river will overflow the bridge. Students play with water barefoot on the bridge deck. Some pupils fold paper into boats and put them on the water, so that they can flow to the river. Some students sang songs and watched the paper boat drift away slowly. At this time, the sound of running water, cheerful laughter and silvery singing converge into a wonderful music.
When the water is shallow, you can see the stones in the stream, and sometimes there are some small fish swimming around. The shadow of the leaves rippled with the microwave.
There are rows of poplars in front of the school, with dense branches and leaves. Whenever the morning sun shines through the treetops and the leaves sway with the wind, it is very cool to sit under the tree. At five or six o'clock in the morning, the students who got up early were reading under the tree, and some sparrows were twittering under the tree.
There are rows of neat classrooms in the school, and there are many neem trees in front of and behind the classrooms. There are flower beds in front of some classes. Every classroom in the school is bright, spacious and clean, and it is very comfortable to sit in it. There are still some pictures posted in the classroom.
I love my alma mater. I'm leaving my alma mater, and I'm a little reluctant to see it after studying for several years. Because she trained me from an ignorant child to a knowledgeable teenager. When I grow up, I want to contribute all the knowledge I have learned to my motherland. Let me repay my alma mater with this gift!
I miss my alma mater's 450-word composition 3-this once belonged to my campus; This-the campus that once filled me with laughter; This once made me realize what a friendship campus is ... However, all the beauty has left me, leaving me with endless thoughts and sadness ... Let me run to the next place, find my own direction and start over. Listen! The whistle of the voyage sounded on the sea. ...
When I was ignorant, it was my alma mater that taught me real knowledge.
At the age of seven, I stepped into the campus with great excitement. I am not familiar with everything there, and I started my journey with this ignorant heart. At that time, it was my alma mater that taught me the true meaning of life.
When I was sad, my alma mater gave me warmth.
With the growth of my age, I have changed from a naive little girl to a pupil, and my troubles always seem to accompany me. However, whenever I feel depressed, I will sit under the big tree at school and talk to my "old friends". In this way, the mood is no longer so bad.
As time goes by, I also have many friends. Gradually, I can open my heart to them, study and play together. When I am in trouble, they will give me the greatest care. Therefore, in addition to my' old friends', I have more intimate friends.
Unconsciously, six years passed quietly, but when I recalled the past scenes, I still couldn't help but shed tears. It was a kind of nostalgia in the dark and a heartfelt disappointment.
I still remember that on graduation day, I cried, and I couldn't bear to leave everything here. When all my classmates left, I was left alone. I walked alone in the empty playground. Everything here is so familiar to me. In the western background, my alma mater is so quiet, so beautiful, so kind and so reluctant. ...
A person stood quietly in front of the window, and tears blurred my eyes again.
I miss my alma mater. Today we are going back to school to get the admission notice. This may be the last time we met the teachers and classmates of Class 6 in our six-year primary school career. So I came to school early and talked a lot with my classmates.
How time flies! I still clearly remember that six years ago, I snuggled up to my parents and walked into the campus with longing for the school and admiration for the teachers. A grassy playground, a spacious and bright classroom, innocent classmates and amiable teachers. ...
Everything is so tempting! Now, we are going to part with our classmates and teachers. It's really sad! What happened with my classmates is still vivid in my mind. Every day after lunch, we go to the playground to compete who can find a four-leaf clover. Ten minutes before class, we will play table tennis for a while. In our favorite physical education class, students play football and basketball, sweating, and will not feel tired ... These six years of primary school life is like a colorful painting, and we have added dynamism and vitality to this painting.
In the past six years, every achievement of ours has been condensed with the hard work and sweat of teachers; Every progress we have made is inseparable from the help and guidance of teachers. Every time after school, the teacher will send us across the street. Some of our classmates let you down, but the teacher did not give up. Unconsciously, we are taller than the teacher. Unconsciously, tiny wrinkles have climbed up the teacher's forehead. Teacher, you have done too much for us. I hope we will not live up to your expectations in the future! I hope you are proud of me, I am really proud of you!
Goodbye, experimental primary school, goodbye, dear teacher! When we grow up and become pillars, come to our alma mater again!
I miss the clear and bright childhood of my alma mater, the lonely and flying years, the clean and sweet dreams, the tedious and sad years, the silent clouds that have been flowing over our heads, the wind that has been whistling around us, the fleeting past, the faint yesterday and the past that once existed. I miss and cherish it.
In the summer of 20xx, the sun was dazzling. I stood on the empty and lonely playground of the campus and looked at the weeds around me. The happy times of the past merged into a series of flying and famous childhood, which slowly flowed through my palm. Although I am reluctant to go, my heart is warm and satisfied.
When I bid farewell to my primary school life, I began to miss it like never before. The warm time in the ancient and quaint classroom and the leisurely time in the Chinese rose flowers have always been silent, but I still clearly remember those ordinary and warm days in my alma mater. We stand on our own stage, full of innocence and vitality. That year, with a small memory, the Chinese rose bloomed in a splendid season.
But in a blink of an eye, time passed like this. Those images that are gone forever clearly emerge in my mind. I think they are memorable. Standing on the stage in front of the classroom, you can see the sunset slowly disappearing into the twilight, as if you saw the teacher's face, the color pictures read by the whole class and their companions, the path full of summer breath, and the tiny sunshine through the cracks in the leaves. ...
Everything, let me have a faint nostalgia and reluctance. In the late summer of 20xx, the wind roared and took away the last trace of summer heat. I stood in the shade of a tree and listened to the passage of time.
A year passed slowly in my hand, and I turned my head to stare at the fragments of the past, the profound past with flowers. Then I looked up and walked forward with a small and clear dream.
Time is like water, I smile and miss moving forward.
I miss my alma mater. Time flies and the years are long. It's almost three years since I graduated from junior high school inadvertently. The passage of time did not dilute my memory of my alma mater, but it became clearer, as if it happened yesterday. In my spare time, I always think of my teachers and friends. When friends get together, they always think of the interesting things of that year; When you walk into a dream, you will always wander in the grass and trees of that year.
Perhaps it is the old saying: you don't know what is precious until you lose it. When I shed my childish face and walked into high school with great pride; When I am physically and mentally exhausted and think of you again. I suddenly found out: Alma Mater, I can't live without you, and your deep imprint has already been branded in my bones and muscles. The past has passed, and the future can be traced back. Today, I am far away from you, but your scholarly atmosphere, broad mind and humanistic heritage are still engraved on my heart stone, which I can't forget.
I often have a strong impulse. I hope Gan Kun will turn back and return to that year, and I will be intoxicated. I don't want to leave for a long time.
I will sing a song for you and draw a brilliant stroke for you with my clumsy pen, sincere heart and deep affection-
Time flies, time flies.
Looking at my alma mater in the distance, I can imagine.
Looking back on that year,
The teacher's voice disappeared.
Look now,
My alma mater, Li Tao, has a complete garden.
The teacher-student relationship will never be forgotten.
Inculcate, heart and hand are connected.
Students from my alma mater reprimanded Fang Qiu and became famous in Wan Li.
The past is lingering, and junior high school years are the post stations that determine life. This post station stores our brightest page. No matter where you are, no matter how far you go, you can't erase our marks. Time is like water, and the stars move. Time has changed our looks, but it can't change our blessings and attachment to our alma mater.
May my alma mater create a more brilliant tomorrow!
It has been more than a year since I graduated from my alma mater, but I have never returned to my alma mater to have a look. I can't help feeling guilty, especially when I called my former graduating class teacher to pay a New Year call that winter vacation, I realized that I was the only one in my class who had never been back. Perhaps, I can only use words to fill the memories and thoughts of my alma mater.
My alma mater is not spacious, but it carries almost all my childhood memories. How did the faint fragrance of hibiscus reach my sense of smell and become a part of my memory of my alma mater? I still don't remember it. I just remember that every year when the hibiscus flower falls, we always pick it up and sneak it into someone else's neckline or put it in someone else's mouth. The petals are slightly sweet. Lotus is like a soft cloud, wrapping our childhood.
I often walk on the road near the school, humming my own songs, looking for happy footprints, never thinking about the word happiness, maybe I won't feel it if I have it. Sometimes, I will chase my other half for a long time. I am not a naughty child, but I can also find my innocence in my childhood.
In the study room at noon in summer, the wind blew through the classroom and woke up our dreams. The teacher has been talking about the topic, but we are thinking about the free holiday after the graduation exam. To tell the truth, that time was really more enjoyable than a holiday. Even if the test paper has been beating my dream, I will not give up the pursuit of those three months of freedom.
During that time, I was the only one wandering and heading for the sunset in the west until loneliness weakened the heart of expectation.
At the moment of parting, I can't face parting with relief. In my mind, I only miss the pain.
A year passed and a group of people graduated. I don't know if there will be a farewell song at school now, and if there will be sadness of parting. All I know is that I broke the last red bean branch that my alma mater missed in the season of Sophora japonica.
Eighty-five years have passed in a blink of an eye, like a wisp of smoke, blown away by the breeze, but I can't forget that alma mater for a long time. I walked past the grape trellis, and unforgettable memories came to my mind. ...
In spring, vines sprout and green leaves are delicate and lovely. The tender leaves attract many insects to play there. It also attracted many snails to climb the leaves and enjoy the delicious food greedily. At that time, after class, we ran to the grape trellis to catch snails. Everyone put snails together and began to beat snails. After a fierce battle, Xu Qiangluo finally won and became the new champion.
In summer, the leaves of vines grow very thick, forming a natural "summer resort". After class, students get together in twos and threes and go to the grape trellis to play. It is simply our paradise. We did our homework, played games, told stories and had a good time there. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves on the vines shook our bodies, which brought us coolness.
In autumn, the vines bear clusters of emerald-like grapes, which look like clusters of crystal clear pearls from a distance. That bunch of grapes is so tempting that people can't bear to pick them by hand. But there are still some naughty boys who will pick the immature grapes, peel them off and take a bite. Sour juice flowed into their mouths, and they cried as they ran, which made the students burst into laughter. It turns out that their worm teeth are most afraid of acid.
In winter, there are few leaves on the vines. But students still like to go to the grape trellis after class. Looking at the grape trellis, I have a lot of ideas: the vines have lost all their leaves in order to let the sun shine on us and keep us from catching cold after class. What a nice vine!
Goodbye, alma mater! I miss the grape trellis of my alma mater, the trees and grass of my alma mater, the amiable teachers of my alma mater, the crystal smiles of every classmate and my dear alma mater.
I miss my alma mater's 450-word composition in 20 15 years. It's been an unfortunate year for me. First of all, I want to go to middle school. From then on, I will never see my former primary and secondary school friends again. I want to leave my old friend who has been in contact for six years forever. Second, I want to go to middle school. Wow, I am so bitter! I will remember the party near 20 15. This is the last time we get together. This time, it is more enthusiastic and prosperous than before.
Variety shows produced by PPT are arranged, videos are projected, some are singing, and some are funny sketches. Every time the background music and classic lines are carefully prepared by all of us, just to make this last performance better, we all do our part and prepare the party in advance with greater energy. Student cadres broke their legs to buy traditional festivals for all of us, and everyone was heartbroken to make and play videos this time!
Although everyone's big party is tired, it is also very rich. Everyone thought it was the last time, the last time we got together, and the last time we were together as children. Indeed, I can't bear it. I just expect time to stay in the party 1 second. If I want to stay 1 sec, I will stay 1 sec. I really got my wish!
On June+10, 5438, I entered another military training that I hated very much. Military training life is hard, but it is also rich. I am very tired, refused military training, tired and bitter, and my future life is accommodation. Indeed, I feel at home! 13 I have never left our home. A few days before military training, I cried in bed!
Go, my alma mater, I can miss you, I can go home and watch you, goodbye! !
Miss the 450-word composition of my alma mater 10 opened my sleepy eyes, and I leaned over the window to see the outside world. When I looked out of the window, I felt lost at first sight. Isn't the outside world colorful? Didn't you say that the outside world is sunny and happy? Why is it a gray rainy day today?
I don't like rain In my eyes, rain always conveys people's sadness and pain. It will not bring happiness to people, nor will it make the world full of joy. The world in the rain is gray. Although gray is dark, it makes me feel extremely dazzling. It is like a shiny sharp knife, hollowing out a place in my heart bit by bit. It is so empty that no matter what I do, I can't fill it. I tried to find a way to fill that place and make it no longer empty, but I couldn't.
Walking alone on the road with an umbrella, I don't know where to go myself. A feeling is leading me forward, so familiar. Feeling brought me to my alma mater. Here, the empty space in my heart is filled bit by bit, full of invisible warmth.
I came to the playground, as if I saw our classmates sweeping the floor and frolicking together. This is the warmth of frolicking together.
Go ahead, here, I spent the last Children's Day. The students rehearsed carefully, and when they were tired, the teacher made fun of us. This is the warmth of working together.
Walked into the classroom, stroking rows of seats. They accompanied me through six spring and autumn periods, and they accompanied me through my primary school life. At present, the teacher's exquisite and handsome handwriting appeared again, and the students' forceful reading sound rang out in their ears. This is the warmth of studying together.
Out of school, that kind of warmth is disappearing, which is reluctant to part with my alma mater, where I studied for six years.
Walking out of school, the pain is rising, which is the sadness of leaving my alma mater, which left a good memory here.
Walking out of school, the pain intensifies, which is the pain and helplessness of leaving the second home. ...
Miss the 450-word composition of my alma mater 1 1. After I stepped out of the gate of my alma mater, I always felt in a trance. Did I really just leave?
I often miss my alma mater, my classmates and the past. ...
I spent six happy years here. At the moment, the dribs and drabs that happened at school flashed in front of my eyes like a movie and could not be erased.
Once, I proudly stood on duty at the school gate with a red armband, and carefully wrote down those students who didn't bring a red scarf; Once, in order to cheer for the school football team, I stood on the school playground and shouted myself hoarse. Once, the whole class held a grand class meeting for the head teacher and performed a touching teacher-student relationship in class. ...
Every time I think of something, I miss it more deeply. I remember that day, the day of graduation, I cried, reluctant to leave my teacher, my classmates and my alma mater. The last time I visited the campus was on the day of graduation. My classmates have all left, leaving me alone, wandering in the garden and on the grass. I am familiar with everything here. In the sunset, my alma mater looks so quiet, so beautiful and so kind. How I want to listen to the familiar voice of radio exercises again and see the students frolicking on the playground. My eyes are blurred when I think that I can never study here again.
I want to go to my alma mater again, see more, and clean the classroom again ... There are footprints of my growth, laughter of my childhood, and teachers who took me into the knowledge hall.
The deep feelings of missing my alma mater can't be expressed in words.
Miss my alma mater 450-word composition 12 There are always many nostalgia in my life, and there are always many people and things worth remembering, but what still haunts me today is my alma mater, Baiyuan Primary School.
Although Baiyuan Primary School is small in area and place, it does not affect students' enthusiasm for studying on campus and striving to win glory for Xiaobai. Most teachers in the school are rated as "excellent teachers", and I am proud to be a villain.
Bai Xiaosheng lived for six years, and Bai Xiaoxiao gave birth to me; It was the teacher who taught me the truth of life and endowed me with knowledge; It is a bright light in my life, guiding my direction, making me full of motivation and studying hard! I am like a small seedling of a cypress tree. The teacher keeps irrigation, which makes me grow from a seedling to a strong young tree. When you live and study in Xiaobai, you should be proud of Xiaobai, because you are already a member of Xiaobai. You should strive for honor for Xiao Bai, and don't do anything that will damage Xiao Bai's image.
Miss the big tree of my alma mater, miss the flag-raising platform of my alma mater, and miss the glorious young pioneers who once raised the flag. I am full of energy and wear a red scarf, because it is a glorious and happy thing! Miss the stage of my alma mater, how many people show their elegance on the stage! Miss the runway of my alma mater. I used to wear a white school uniform and run fast on the runway. I miss the basketball court of my alma mater more. How many small players have won the honor for Xiao Bai on the court is their hard work and sweat, and how proud these achievements are; How much effort they have made, all their achievements are hard-won. I am proud that I am a villain.
Although I am no longer a villain, I may have left a deep imprint on my heart because I once owned it, and I can't forget it so far.
I miss my alma mater's 450-word composition 13. Time flies, time flies, and primary school life has passed in a blink of an eye. My heart is full of nostalgia for looking back, and the grass and trees of my alma mater are deja vu; Every brick and tile of my alma mater is so kind. Everything that happened at my alma mater was so clear, with laughter and tears. In the "Memory Cinema", the "old" picture came to my eyes: one afternoon in the summer of my second year of high school, I was bored, sallow and a little feverish. My classmates looked at me and asked me if I was okay, and helped me to the office. My classmates told my teacher about my situation, and the teacher called my parents and asked them to take me to the reception room. Over the past six years, we have played together, played together and laughed together. I will definitely remember this precious friendship.
On one occasion, the school held a "Thanksgiving Alma Mater" activity. Teacher Fan assigned each student a task. My task is to write a scroll and a paper-cut. The first volume is "Candle Tears Laughing". I wrote it several times, and the final size and strokes were all right. Paper-cutting is the paper-cutting of "Five Olympic Fuwa". I carved it carefully, but it's still a little broken. I slowly glued it together, and it finally got better. I think the teacher trusts me very much and I will finish it well. Teacher, I can't repay your kindness to my education. Your contribution to students is irreplaceable by gold. Once a teacher, always a mother. How much effort and cost have you paid for this! Hair turns white. Here, I want to say: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " "
I love everything about my alma mater. She is the joy of my childhood and my beautiful memory. Alma mater, I love you and wish you better and better! Today, I am proud of the school, and tomorrow, the school will be proud of me. Thank my alma mater for training me from an uneducated child to a qualified primary school graduate!
Miss my Alma Mater 450-word composition 14 Miss my Alma Mater Miss my Alma Mater Just two months later, I will leave my alma mater which has been with me for six years. The moment I stepped out of school, I thought I would cry and say; I can't bear it! !
Alma mater, I once rushed into your arms with a strong thirst for knowledge and a longing for a better life. Can you remember that there was so much confusion and confusion on my childish face? It was you who watered us with your painstaking efforts and taught us how to explore the potential of life in the ordinary? Give us a pair of plump and powerful wings and enlighten us how to forge ahead in adversity. Teacher, you forgot to eat and sleep in Dai Yue. You are good at inducing and inculcating, and you are tireless in setting an example. The past is vivid, and the feelings between teachers and students are always lingering. Until now, your loving face and expectant eyes still haunt my heart. Even a thousand words can hardly express my gratitude to you. Some people say that you are a gardener, cultivating flowers, others say that you are an engineer, building a temple of knowledge, and I say that you are a tireless cultivator, holding chalk in your hand as a plow handle, the blackboard behind you as land, the written words as seeds, and the dense sweat on your forehead as nourishing rain.
In six years, I really learned a lot, gained a lot, and gained a lot of precious wealth, such as friendship and unity. Countless, the six years of primary school are my purest, happiest and best time. All the good memories are left in the six years of my alma mater and will not be washed away by the waves of time. I believe I will take these gains step by step and enjoy higher and more beautiful scenery!
Miss my alma mater 450-word composition 15 Unconsciously, I have left my alma mater for almost two years. After leaving my alma mater, my personality has changed greatly, and my academic performance has also improved greatly. Nevertheless, I still miss my alma mater.
My alma mater didn't give me confidence. I recall my days at my alma mater. At that time, there were as many good academic achievements as now, but there were also many troublemakers who didn't study. Maybe I was a gangster in my last life, and I was very close to the gangsters in my alma mater, doing all kinds of evil. However, I dare not fool around again soon, because my mother is the head teacher in another classroom next to ours. Even if I lose face, I dare not lose my mother's face! So I seldom go out to play in the classroom, mostly holding a thick book between classes. At first I just pretended to read, but later I became a bookworm. I don't talk to my classmates, my voice becomes very low, I dare not answer questions in class, and my self-confidence gradually disappears.
Hehe, I have nothing but confidence at my alma mater. No, I have not only advantages, but also skills.
I have won many art awards in front of the whole school, including the first prize, the second prize, and the prize of playing the trumpet. Not to mention how brave a hero is, but I have to sincerely thank those art teachers and music teachers who have painstakingly cultivated me and given me the opportunity to show myself. In addition, my good personality now is also the result of teachers' painstaking education.
Oh! My alma mater has experienced a hundred years of baptism. Although I only graduated from a prestigious middle school, I met a group of excellent teachers and classmates. With my unremitting efforts, I have made some small achievements, and I am worthy of my alma mater. I still miss my alma mater. I must continue to work hard to get into a high-quality high school and repay my alma mater and junior high school!