In this way, I wandered for another six years, six years. Wandering like this. I have had dreams, I have had memories, I have cried and laughed. In this way, gradually, disappear, disappear. Maybe it disappears at dawn with fog, scatters in the sky with rain, and melts in the sun with snowflakes. In this way, quietly, slowly, sprouting in my heart, growing a kind of nostalgia, a kind of disappointment, a kind of heartache.
This is the second graduation in my life. I still remember when I graduated from primary school. I didn't give up, but I was liberated, I don't remember, I was disgusted, I wasn't sad, I was happy. At that time, I didn't miss everything around me, nor did I cry for the friendship that was about to break down. I just walked out of the door happily with my diploma. I didn't deliberately look back, nor did I deliberately remember anything.
After graduating from primary school, I felt a little bleak. Every time I sign a classmate's record and write a message, there will always be ripples in my heart, nostalgia and inexplicable heartache. Only six years later, I seem to have carved an eternal symbol in my heart, which will last forever. Whenever I pick up graduation photo, I carefully look at every attractive face and smiling faces, which are full of smiles. Friends say that such a parting is nothing, and the parting of the university is more painful. I want to see everyone in my heart leave and go to a place far away from me. I can't help shivering. I have such a parting, such a sad parting, but this year's parting also makes me reluctant to give up. I feel sad for the first time. For the first time, there was nothing I could do to break up. I can only stand where I am, watching people around me run by one by one, and finally disappear into my obvious field of vision.
It seems that at night, you can show your true feelings, because it is dark, so no one will notice your sadness, no one will see your tears, and no one will see your fragile self. At night, you don't have to pretend to be strong, and you don't have to strut and say, "I graduated, I'm not afraid to leave, I'm strong!" " ! I'm not scared at all! "I don't have to do it again. I can tell myself with peace of mind that I won't give up, I'm afraid of separation, people around me leave me, and that disguised smile can finally rest.
For parting, I have heard a song "The Best", which is a heartbreaking pain. That high-pitched voice stung people's hearts and no longer contained any power. Before this song, they collapsed and their hearts were hurt again in the face of real parting. Listening to others, lonely people will think of everyone around them, and lonely people will cry for everyone around them to leave. At first, I believed this sentence. Because I am not lonely, I often can't remember a person's full name. Gradually, I understand that they have occupied a place in my heart. I have remembered everyone around me, and I will feel sad for anyone around me to leave. Does this mean that I am a lonely person? I have asked myself this question several times. I am not lonely, and I am not lonely. Now I can proudly say that I am loved, and the loved one knows how to love others. I let everyone around me live in my heart, and I love them with my heart. Even if it hurts when I leave, I will still love them forever.
Graduation, parting, the heart is very painful, but I have not forgotten our dream, belonging to our home.
In a blink of an eye, the pointer of primary school has turned to six o'clock. Students all hope that time can stop and stop flowing forward. However, time is still so unhurried, when we find that we want to catch it, it has disappeared without a trace.
Once, we cried together, laughed together, quarreled together and played games together. Who will forget all this? Once, we did our homework, drew pictures, read books and chatted together. Who can forget these things?
"Everything will end", and we are about to usher in the first "departure" in our lives. We go to school every day, and everyone still smiles brightly, quarreling and bickering as before, but in fact, there is a faint sadness in each of us.
It is lucky to walk under the same sky with my classmates. Let's chase together, grow together, laugh together, create together, experience together, and watch everything we have gone through together ... Let those memories gradually become eternal memories in the familiar campus!
Send you a cake after graduation, ingredients: friendship, happiness, missing, storage: the warmest place in your heart, production date: from the time we meet, shelf life: forever.
On June 3 1, our school held a grand graduation ceremony. This graduation ceremony is more grand than before. The school invited teachers from many educational groups and parents of each student.
The contents of the graduation ceremony are colorful and beautiful. But who wants to go to the show with heart? This program includes dancing, songs, poetry reading, flower offering and so on. In this graduation ceremony, I performed in an endless stream. Seems pretty busy. This is the first time that my primary school is so busy, and it will be the last time. Thought of here, I can't help but feel sad.
Then, on the big screen, are the photos we left before: Lvye Village: the happiness of "self-reliance"; The spirit of "friendship first, competition second" in the sports meeting: the quality of "quick thinking, bold thinking and hard work" in the activity class; Successful "six (2)"; "Six (2)" failures are all unfolding before our eyes. While watching the "memories" on the screen, we listened to the melody of "flying with confidence" and were reluctant to part. I found my eyes moist and tears flowed down. Looking back, the girls had already cried. ...
At this time, the host said, "Teachers and students, don't cry!" But who will stop crying? Six years of friendship and teacher-student relationship have solidified at this moment!
Then, the headmaster will give us a diploma. Just listen to the word "yellow", it's my turn. I stepped forward and received my diploma from the headmaster. My heart is both excited and sad. Excited, I have become a qualified graduate; Sadly, this place will no longer belong to me. I have never been so attached to and cherished my primary school, and at this time, how I wish time could stay at this moment!
Time is always like this. When you want to stay, it goes fastest. The world is always like this. When we know how to cherish it, it will be lost ... Why do we finally understand the true meaning of the word "cherish"?
Finally, finally, we have to rush to our own worlds. Run to the next goal with friendship and teacher-student relationship. ...
Sixth grade graduation composition 4 "At the beginning, we were all children's last and last wish to be angels …", whenever I sang this graduation song written in the last sixth grade, I couldn't help crying. I am a sixth-grade student, and I am about to graduate, but I never want to leave.
I don't want to leave my alma mater, this familiar playground, even my good friend and our teacher, but in any case, everything will come to an end, as the song goes: it means that the distance from the first floor to the third floor is only six years, yes, only six years, this precious six years! In a blink of an eye, once familiar faces, kind names and kind calls will all leave me. After that, the seats will be rearranged and familiar faces will be replaced by unfamiliar faces. How can I not cry? Six years of hospitality turned into memories in an instant, as if there was nothing. Time is like a meat cleaver, erasing all the good and bad in our hearts, leaving only those vague scars in our hearts for our memories.
As the lyrics say: "When we step into this campus in a certain year, it will be a fleeting time when the fallen leaves fall into memories." When we are apart, we may only contact our friends, but we don't even contact our friends, and we don't know the cards of Class 6 and Class 5 that we were familiar with that day. But when you open the yearbook, you will find that no matter how busy you are, you will remember that you still have so many sincere friends and our happy childhood. Just like the song: "Sorrow is the first experience of loneliness and pain", no matter what, I will hate that time, that time that made our irreplaceable childhood pass away. The pain of this first experience is so heavy that you should say goodbye to your good friend of six years without warning. How sad, I sang that song again:
At the beginning, we were all children.
My last wish to be an angel.
Folk songs hide the shadow of fairy tales.
Where should the child's child fly?
When one day you see
Books all over the street or classroom exercises
When one day I sing again
This song will be put in that corner.
……
Stand up, just like the lyrics: the words graduation and growth are particularly exciting. Dry your tears, the pain of growing up is nothing!
Six years of life is about to become a thing of the past, and primary school life will also become a memory in our lives. We gradually understand what is precious, unforgettable and reluctant!
The busyness of reviewing always doesn't disturb our psychology, because we know that the students in Class One will leave soon, have too many ideas and know that there is not much time left. We go exploring, climbing mountains and skating, looking for everything that can make us happy ... We love to help each other, unite and be friendly, but we reminisce about everything in the happy place because we know it is precious.
Sometimes, at night, we sit together to celebrate people's birthdays, and we sing and dance. What a happy day! Now that I think about it, I still feel lacking! We will never blame others for a trivial matter, care for each other and help each other, and bully others at will. We know that it is unforgettable!
Now many students have bought such a thick graduation speech book. What does this mean? Oh, it's the hearts of so many classmates; What does the gift book stand for? Oh, witness that we are about to graduate, let's break up! When I saw the words in the gift book, I didn't believe that we would be separated. All the days suddenly passed before my eyes like yesterday. We don't want to be apart, but we all want to move towards the future and society. Then, we realized that the only thing we can't stand is the classmates we have established friendship for six years!
Friendship is a long ivy, covered with precious fruits. That is our classmate, that thick graduation speech, which is the witness of our six-year friendship!
The cruel reality of parting has come. Once we laughed and cried together, will all this cease to exist?
The last spring outing, the last sports meeting, the last summer camp, the last exam, every minute, we cherish each other and gain collectively.
What does the parting ceremony stand for? Why do we cry one by one?
What can tears replace? Why do we indulge our lacrimal gland and let it flow freely?
At this moment, the minds of 55 students were blank. Why do you want to be a classmate, friend and confidant among hundreds of millions of people? Now that we know each other, why does God still torture us and inevitably put parting before us? If we are destined to be apart, why do we have to know each other again?
The air is filled with sadness, and everyone expresses their feelings of parting in silence.
Graduation photo squeezed out a wry smile, shrouded in a faint cloud.
What used to be funny, serious and boring is now so important in everyone's eyes. After a while, it will be torn from our memory and become ashes.
I don't want to graduate and I don't want to be apart. I keep everyone's smiles in my mind, and I think those days spent together are so precious. However, it will disappear forever and never come back!
Now, I am in the sixth grade. When I think back to the first grade of primary school, graduation is so far away. Now the sixth grade graduation is just around the corner.
How many ups and downs have you experienced in six years and how many setbacks have you encountered. But I still remember me clearly six years ago. At that time, I just stepped into this ocean of knowledge, how strange I was here, but I had feelings for it. I can't forget the scene of drawing the 38th parallel with my deskmate and quarreling with boys. ...
How time flies! I first set foot in this school. In a blink of an eye, I am about to leave my alma mater to find my junior high school life.
Tomorrow, we will graduate. The familiar faces of students will go their separate ways. How I wish time could slow down, let me spend more time with my classmates, let us put the six-year feud behind us and come back to savor the ups and downs of primary school again.
Tomorrow, we will graduate. The flowers and plants on campus are still open to the sun, and they are still enjoying carefree happiness in the first year of high school. Their laughter and innocent smiles rendered the campus. But somewhere in the sixth grade on campus, we are worried about the entrance examination and sad about the friendship that will be separated soon. Only pure bitterness is left in my heart.
Tomorrow, we will graduate. Six years of primary school life will be the melody in our memory.
All good things must come to an end, and now it's time for our table to end. I don't know if we can be together again.
Students, let's fight side by side again in the last exam, and let's try the joy of success together for the last time.
Blink of an eye, six years of primary school students have lived, and you can vaguely see the door of junior high school. As soon as I look back, no matter what is behind me, whether it is disgust, love, contradiction and unity ... it is full of warm sunshine now. Among them, one place is particularly bright and warm.
I clearly remember 20__, 65438+ 10, which seems to be New Year's Day. The calendar teacher who was still teaching our class suddenly called me out. I'm confused and don't understand what the teacher wants to say to me. Who knows, she told me cheerfully that she was going to get married soon and wanted to ask me to be her host. I was taken aback: although I hosted some activities in my grade, I never attended such a grand ceremony, let alone hosted it. Teacher Li saw my nervousness and said with a smile, it's okay, just be the host of the school. I nodded doubtfully, and she gently said to give me the manuscript the next day.
It was winter and the sun set early. Walking on the way after school, I watched the sun and the moon shine together, as if laughing at me together: "Can you do it on such an important occasion?" When I got home, I still couldn't let go of my baggage.
The next day, Miss Li brought me the manuscript. I told her my worries. She patted me on the shoulder and smiled: "This goes back to ancient times, so don't be nervous. Just give yourself some exercise. The teacher believes that you have this ability. " Oh, this is a great event in her life. I can't make any mistakes! In the next few days, whether we met in the classroom corridor or at the stairs, she always smiled warmly at me and said a few words of encouragement. This is undoubtedly very helpful for a third-grade pupil.
On the day of the ceremony, in front of more than 100 guests, I finally finished the leading role of the host with ease and performed the program with other students. On the way back, I looked at the moon hanging high as if cheering for me.
After that, Miss Li stopped teaching our class that year. After that, I hosted many programs, from the podium of the class, to the podium of the school, and then to the studio of the children's channel of Zhejiang TV, all of which have my small figure. But what I remember most is the wedding I presided over. Thank the calendar teacher for giving me encouragement and filling my memory with warm sunshine.
Unconsciously, I have been in the sixth grade of primary school, and I will enter middle school in more than three months. In this transition period of junior high school, the pressure from outside is getting heavier and heavier.
Faced with such a living environment, the first thing that comes to mind is to have a clear goal and a good attitude. Secondly, don't deny yourself and cater to others' tastes. In the subconscious of denying yourself and affirming others, you can only make yourself more confused and eventually lose yourself. I think we should think about what you should think about, pay attention to what you should pay attention to, and keep everything stale, trivial and chaotic away from ourselves.
Some bad phenomena have happened around us, which can make us think deeply. Such as homework plagiarism. With the arrival of the sixth grade, the pressure of study is increasing: exams, previews, reviews, recitations, dictation, exercises ... In the usual evening self-study process, students with low efficiency may not be able to finish their homework on time, while others rack their brains, so those students have to "learn" from other people's notebooks.
In fact, every homework is a time to expose problems. After finishing homework, you don't have to look at your classmates' exercise books first, but think independently first. If you still don't understand it, just put it there and you will understand it naturally after the evaluation. If you really don't want to give up, you can find a teacher or a classmate who can solve the problem. After you make it clear, you can also draw inferences and consolidate the knowledge points.
It is the right way to guide learning activities with the correct learning attitude. I think what we need is to master knowledge and cultivate ability, not to achieve good results on the surface.