Six years have passed in a blink of an eye. In less than two months, we will graduate from primary school, which means that the students in class 6 1 will go their separate ways and can't get along with each other day and night. Over the past six years, the feelings of the campus, teachers and students, and classmates have left deep impressions and memories in my heart.
When I was at school, I couldn't forget the west auditorium of the school, which was the place where the school carried out various activities and recorded wonderful moments and good memories. I can't forget the scene where we ran heartily on the playground, leaving our laughter there. Every poplar tree on the playground has witnessed our growing experience. I can't forget it. In class, we listen carefully, speak actively, have a heated discussion and give a passionate speech. Every scene is engraved in memory and will never be forgotten.
who is it? Teach us knowledge. who is it? The truth that teaches us to be human is the teacher. Under the hard cultivation of teachers, we have changed from an ignorant child to an excellent teenager, laying a solid foundation for our future life and becoming a useful person to the country and society. How can we live up to the ardent expectations of teachers?
In the past six years, classmates have been like brothers and sisters, like family. Anyone who needs help will lend a helping hand; There are activities in the class, and everyone will actively participate; Our goal is not to let anyone fall behind; Our slogan is unity and forge ahead, striving for first-class quality. We won one victory after another! I remember how much I wanted to graduate immediately when I was in grade one, but when I really wanted to leave in grade six, I said I didn't want to leave anything. Really reluctant to leave.
We are about to part. At this moment, we want to keep the pace of time and let it go slowly, but I know it is futile, because time will not stop in a hurry, and we will eventually part. We can only cherish the limited time, achieve ideal results and repay the school and teachers! Don't live up to the teacher's expectations!
I believe that the friendship between our classmates, like a flower of the soul, will never fade!
Let's meet again in ten years!
Today, we are about to graduate and leave our dear campus, and our hearts are full of nostalgia. With a flick of a finger, six years have passed, and the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter has changed, and we are also growing quietly. The passage of time bit by bit has worn away many memories, but the friendship between classmates is deep between teachers and students and will never be forgotten. The cheerful laughter on the playground, the reading sound in the classroom and the teacher's earnest teaching will always be cherished in our hearts.
Thanks to my alma mater. It is you who provide us with a good learning environment-spacious and bright classrooms, neat tables and chairs, and modern whiteboards, so that we can study better. Interest groups enrich our study life and improve students' ability. In addition, reading speech contest, singing contest and other activities add a touch of bright color to our after-school life.
Thanks to the teacher. I remember when we were in primary school, we didn't know anything. It is the teacher who tells us the most basic sitting posture in class and teaches us to write stroke by stroke. Under the guidance of teachers, we are no longer willful and noisy, but wandering in the ocean of knowledge. I still remember that time, the math teacher caught a cold and coughed for a while in class, but the teacher still insisted on finishing the class. As soon as the bell rang, the students poured hot water for the teacher in succession, and some students also handed in buccal tablets. Later, we learned that the teacher gave us classes during the day every day, and we had to hang up a drip after school, but the teacher had no regrets and trained us with all his efforts-the last student in the teacher's decades of teaching career.
Thank you, class. You and I have been together for six years. I still remember that at the sports meeting, the whole class United and cheered for the athletes together. No matter how big the contradiction is, it also disappears at this moment. Although we didn't win the first place in the end, we struggled and surpassed ourselves. Isn't that enough? At least, we no longer let ourselves have regrets.
I can't forget the encouragement and care my classmates gave me when I failed in the exam. I can't forget that my good friends and I encouraged and helped each other on the road of growth; I can't forget everyone's cheerful smile at the class get-together; I can't forget the hard work of teachers in all subjects. ...
I believe that temporary parting is a new beginning and also for the joy of reunion. Goodbye, dear alma mater! Goodbye, dear teacher! We will strive to improve ourselves and make our alma mater and teachers proud of us.
Students, after six years of primary school, we will say goodbye to our alma mater in a blink of an eye. Here, we are thriving, joys and sorrows. Here, I want to say to the teacher who has worked hard to cultivate us: "You have worked hard!" Here, we laughed and cried, because there is no more summer, and no one is sitting in that classroom listening to the teacher's "chatter". In summer, we are about to graduate, and the hot air seems to be full of sadness.
Time is like a bird, it flies away, and the one flying in the air is no longer the old one. The campus recorded our little bits and pieces. Teacher, you are our pilot. Our maturity now includes your efforts. You teach us to write, read and write. You light up our eyes and lead us to swim in the ocean of knowledge. ...
Thank you, teacher, for completing the day's course! As a selfless mother, you regard our young trees as your own children, painstakingly cultivate us, and make us the pillars of building the motherland. This summer is our last summer in our alma mater, and it is also the last summer for you to train us diligently. I really want to stay with the teacher forever, wipe the sweat from my forehead and rub my shoulders that are sore because of fatigue. ...
The sun slides from the east to the west, and the sunset glow reflects smiling faces. We lined up to visit the campus. This summer, we will graduate soon.
"The south wind blows in the cicada wind, and the phoenix flowers bloom again on campus. My heart is full and my heart is as deep as the sea. " Suddenly there seems to be a sad and sad song in my ear, which seems to say goodbye to us.
Another summer's footsteps passed by the window, and time quieted down, quietly drawing a line of memories: that sleepless night, we sat around the desk lamp, talking about too many unfinished wishes, and frowning at the papers that we couldn't understand the next day. Is there a more ridiculous picture than this? How many unforgettable moments are there? How many pictures of "Yesterday" did you draw with everyone? Maybe before I figured out how to say goodbye, in the blink of an eye, you seemed to be right in front of me.
I want to say, whenever and wherever, please cherish and don't be afraid of the future storms; Want to say please don't cry, parting is also a test of strength; Want to say send me your photo as a souvenir; I want to contact more and tell us the joys and sorrows. But somehow, the more I talk, the more I choke, and I just can't say the last sentence-goodbye!
Too many feelings are engraved in my heart, and every bit of time is engraved in my heart. Today, we will leave in the vast sea of people, so we live far apart!
No matter where we go, we will never forget our alma mater. We work hard to cultivate our teachers and our classmates who work hard with you! We won't forget those happy days. We have no time to say goodbye to the past. In this summer, we graduated.
The fourth composition of the sixth grade in the graduation season Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. Six years ago, a group of ignorant children walked into the gate of your alma mater, like a bunch of seedlings that broke through the ground, expecting sunshine and rain. It is you who love your teacher, who nourishes our hearts with hard sweat and nurtures us to grow sturdily.
Six years, more than two thousand days and nights. Teacher, how much white hair has been added to your temples, your voice is hoarse, your body is no longer tall and straight, and we, under your care and guidance, are like slim trees, full of vitality. Teacher, you are like a warm spring breeze, blowing away the buds of our wisdom. Teacher, you are like a bright torch, illuminating the ideal lighthouse in our hearts. Teacher, you let us know the truth that "there is no end to learning, and there is no end to learning". Teacher, you let us remember the sacred mission of "studying for the rise of China".
We will bid farewell to our beloved teacher and our alma mater, a beautiful home. Alma mater is the cradle of our life, and alma mater is the starting point of our take-off. Let's take off from here, fly to the blue sky of the motherland and fly to all corners of the motherland. Today, we are proud of our alma mater. Let our alma mater be proud of us tomorrow!
Thank you-dear teacher!
Thank you-dear alma mater!
Goodbye, dear alumni, goodbye, everything on campus.
Finally, I wish our alma mater a more colorful and brilliant future.
Time is like running water, 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 ...
Graduation season sixth grade composition for my favorite classmate in Class Four, Grade Six:
Youth is perishable. My world is only yesterday. Six spring, summer, autumn and winter flicked away from me. Thank you for staying with me for the past six years. When I cry, you accompany me. Although we often have some small differences, sometimes we don't say a word for days or months. Now we have moved from naivety to maturity. We have learned to be informal. When we leave, there are always some. But don't be sad, because parting is for the next reunion, we will meet you in every corner of the earth, maybe not, but I firmly believe that we will have a chance to meet again, as Chen Zhekai said, Class 4, six years, and we will never leave! Our days at school are numbered, shouldn't we cherish them? When we first entered school, the teacher took our tender hands and walked into this strange building, strange school and strange classroom. Everything around us is so strange. The teacher introduced himself on the podium, and we listened carefully below ... The past is vivid, xu teacher, you have been our teacher for six years. You are a beautiful cultivator, a beautiful cultivator, and you moisten you with beautiful sunshine and beautiful rain and dew. The earth is full of flowers and has a population of more than 7 billion. Meeting in the vast sea of people is so slim. We are divided into class four, grade six. Why do we meet these people we have never met? Yes, this is fate. We were assigned to a class. It's fate, we know each other, it's fate, we know our teachers, it's fate ... after graduation, how much we want to keep those warm days, how much we want to say those unpleasant words as before, now think about it, maybe we won't hear such words in the future. Let's lose our temper, play with us and have sex with us. I hope that in the last Chinese class after graduation, the teacher will not dictate ancient poems, but the names of the whole class. On graduation day, we will leave with a smile! If you are sad, look up at the sky, because it will contain all your sadness.
Youth does not end!
—— June 1 1, XX
Composition of Grade 6 in Graduation Season 7 In late May, seniors of Grade 3 and Grade 3 walked around the campus wearing youthful and beautiful class uniforms.
And I, watching the cold fireworks bloom instantly, thought they were going to face the end of their youth.
Graduation season, parting season. At this point, I was already in Grade Two. How much time can I share with the ubers in our class? It's June 3, and the students in the classroom are taking a lunch break on the table. I looked at the backs of "ubers", and my sensitive and neurotic brain began to fantasize.
If I open the door of the classroom, there are no students sitting there quietly reading in the morning, only the faint smell of smoke and messy chairs and stools of visitors. Who knows my melancholy; If there were no noisy voices in the canteen, no long queues, no scenes of students struggling to pull out meals, and no "fierce" voices of class cadres shouting "Don't fall down", would I be reluctant to face the empty canteen? If there is no sleeping party in the bedroom in the dark, no lights that will never go out all night, no trivial quarrels; If a person faces the garbage on the ground, discarded slippers, worn-out towels, dim sunshine and empty bed, will I cry again?
After graduation, I have left everything I should and everything I shouldn't. I wonder what we were like then. Yes! Three years, no matter how long or how short, people always don't cherish it when they have it. Only when they lost it did they realize that everything in the past, good or bad, sweet and sour, would be fixed in graduation photo's yellowed diary and the fragrance of gardenia. They are composing a hymn of youth together.
Our life is always lost, then gained, and then one after another, forming a biosphere, which we can't escape and forget.
We will always grow up, but the growth in youth is always shown in a painful way, smiling when we leave, dancing when we cry, and shouting when we laugh.
We are drifting away on the road of youth, and the lonely back and the silent and fast hourglass slowly disappear at the end of the ancient road of Wu Tong Academy. Behind us are three years of dribs and drabs, which have become Zhu Shazhi that each of us can't erase.
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!
Campus life is pure and happy. It is like a sweet mountain spring, silently moistening us in the flower season. Six years of school children's spring and autumn years have become so familiar and unforgettable, and the ups and downs I experienced are still so unforgettable and unforgettable ..... The years are rushing, and the graduation season is coming in a blink of an eye, and everyone is particularly excited. After school classmates get together and have more memories of each other. One is full of childlike innocence, which conveys too many feelings, and the friendship between brothers and sisters is more obvious. From helping each other clean up in the morning and evening to borrowing study materials during recess, or sharing some snacks between friends after class. Scenes of simple and touching pictures have made my eyes moist many times. ......
Looking at the teachers who are usually serious and kind, facing this graduation season. Also full of helplessness and joy. I have repeatedly heard the familiar footsteps of the teacher stop at the back door of the classroom to see the classroom performance of these children through the crack of the door, and then stand for a while ... Whenever the teacher comes to our side to explain the topic, I clearly see a few more strands of silver on the teacher's temple. ......
Recalling our ignorant and innocent years, everyone's mouth is full of happy and innocent smiles. On weekdays, occasionally facing some small pranks of some troublemakers in the class will actually make us angry for a few days, but when we see them on duty a few days later, those naughty boys will take the initiative to take a few dirty mops and run downstairs to clean the girls' pool and give them to us, which will make us forget all the previous "grievances" and be grateful. Thank you, my best friends!
Walking in the shade of the campus, the street trees on both sides were nourished by another spring rain and grew green branches and leaves. Although the branches and leaves on the trees are not as lush as in summer, there is no reason not to believe that this vibrant and green scene will flourish after several months of growth. Yes, I also want to silently tell every corner of the campus, the teachers and classmates of the school, and thank my alma mater for providing a good foundation for my study career. In the future study years, I will continue to encourage myself, keep in mind the school motto of my alma mater, "See Si Qi well, stop at perfection", and take a good life path. Bloom your most beautiful flowers!
I can't forget my beloved teacher and my familiar partner, and I can't forget every brick and tile of my alma mater. In the graduation season, we should be more optimistic and free-spirited, and less sad about leaving. Because we never left.
I hope our tomorrow will be better!
End!