Excellent composition 1 "The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the western Western jackdaw is overjoyed. Acacia knows each other, and this night is embarrassing. Time, like pouring into a dead pool, slowly evaporates. Time flies, that year, we graduated.
Time is like a sharp knife, but youth just needs time to hone. In those lush years, we used to walk together, remembering, like a flood that opened the floodgates, surging in, and responding to scenes in my mind, as if I had returned to the past.
I can't forget the seriousness of the class; I can't forget the noise between classes; I can't forget the tenacious struggle on the sports field; I can't forget that the office shares weal and woe. Who said, "It was a long time before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated"? I thought it was easier to get to know each other than to leave. Under the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, I am so looking forward to graduation. Now, that kind of expectation has gradually become cherish, cherish. ...
That summer, we waved goodbye, and the cuckoo cried blood, and both eyes were red with tears. On the graduation photo, I left a yellow yearning, and the feelings of my classmates for several years turned into a summer breeze at the moment when I pressed the shutter. Although cool and warm, it warms everyone's heart. 15-year-old farewell to the end of summer is printed with graduation photo, who is full of sadness and cannot be sent out in time. They are silent and will never change. ...
Flowers bloom and fall, narrowing the path, leaving us with many impressions and stories. Together for more than a thousand days, like a beating note, played the most beautiful music of life. At this moment, in my youthful memory, people are empty, leaving only my bleak back, swaying in the wind.
Fire-stained Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.
Flowers bloom and fall, thinking of the rush of time, that year-we walked together.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for that sentence-looking forward to reunion.
Excellent composition for graduation from grade three II. It's time to say goodbye to my classmates, and the time together has shrunk. Students are busy writing the only classmate record that can leave us with a little figure and eyes. Whenever I think about this, I really hope that time will stay at this moment and let us relive this beautiful and happy primary school life together. Every grass, tree, brick and tile on campus will record this wonderful past.
My tears fly for parting.
This day has finally arrived, the day before the exam, which means we have to part. Students don't want to listen to the last class given to us by the teacher, and some students have already shed tears of parting when listening to the class.
In the past, the teacher gave us lectures, and we always heard laughter, but now we hear sobs!
The most terrible thing is that we meet for the last time, because it will indicate that we will be far apart.
We thought we would become strong because of parting, but when we really faced parting, we found that we were still young and weak, and a parting could crush us at one stroke. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
After a long math class, the teacher only said: goodbye, classmates! At this moment, we can't hold it any longer. Wow, we all cried. But in my heart, there is only one kind of unspeakable bitterness ... The students keep their teachers with runny noses and tears, hoping to give us more souvenirs. In Chinese class, the teacher didn't give us a lesson. We cried when the teacher said the students were sobbing. How can we be in the mood to listen to the teacher? What about me? Crying became a little tearful.
Really leave.
Tomorrow is the graduation exam. We are all busy writing news today, and the teacher is also involved.
After school, we push the car and walk on the playground of the campus, looking at the scenery of the campus with our eyes. Other students cried and said to me: goodbye! When I didn't cry, I just smiled and said to her: Leave your brightest smile to your friends!
Everyone has experienced parting, but what can be better than the relationship between teachers and students?
The memory of excellent composition 3, which graduated from grade three, is covered, and time flies. Lush years gallop, blink of an eye like a fleeting time, passing by. Flowers bloom on the other side, and phenol red rain drifts away the warmth of the past. -Inscription.
Fingertips are green and red, and at that moment, the flowers bloom just right. We are young, and our youth is growing. An encounter brought all corners of the country together.
At that time, I was still young. I just felt that fate and emotion were meaningless empty talk in others' mouths and I couldn't let it go in my heart.
For three long years, the years have drifted away. We only met for the first time yesterday, only met yesterday, and dozed off again and again in class yesterday. Just yesterday, I met each other, met fate, made friends and said hello. On the contrary, today is farewell and separation.
Those days, inadvertently, were left in the corner.
Now, the past is the past.
Each of us has gone to another place with a bright future. Or rich and brilliant, or sad and hard to say; Or make a living, or shine; Or he stopped repeatedly because he was not deeply involved in the world, or he was lucky because of Lu Yu's noble feng shui.
Life is different, and in the years to come, we finally raise our glasses, say hello and tell an anecdote.
However, time flies, fleeting.
Years are long, flowers are long, and there will still be our youth. In that dead time, in that dark corner, when we come back, we will put it away gently.
Time flies, the moon is empty, and Jiangzhou drinks alone. A song "Li Sao" is not finished, and dusk has arrived.
A look, an action, a smile, a hug, a farewell blessing, a song wishing you a happy journey, carrying the eternal dream of youth, drifting away.
I graduated from junior high school and can't bear to part with it. What past events linger in my mind, and scenes of old events reverberate in my mind. The end of the senior high school entrance examination also indicates that my junior high school career is coming to an end.
The bell of the graduation auditorium has rung for me several times. The end of the senior high school entrance examination indicates that my junior high school career is coming to an end, and reminds me to leave with my good classmates tomorrow.
There is a lot of sadness in my heart, and what memories of the past linger in my mind, and scenes of old things echo in my mind.
Think of the head teacher who often worries about the class.
In order to manage the class better, at a loss, I picked up an angry wooden stick and hit the students who made mistakes because of fun.
Burning pain and red skin are just a lesson, hoping to arouse deep feelings and scars will be remembered.
Once again, I sigh as my teacher in all subjects.
They are loyal to their duties. Under the incandescent light, they are watching countless exercise books being corrected and waving dancing pens. How many countless efforts are concentrated on them. I want to learn to be grateful,
Recalling the days I passed, the diary of laughter, I danced through it; The strong body on the sports field, the brave struggle and the tenacity of joining hands to compete for the first place, what I see is the unity of the class. The talent show at the Christmas party and everyone's laughter, I saw the harmony in the class, singing my wrong voice in music class, keeping fit in physical education class class and the pursuit of laughter. In art class, I hand-painted color pictures together ... these are the days I used to walk together.
What I said in the past will be irreversible, but the memory of the past will never be forgotten. The ruthlessness of the years has taken away a lot of things, but it can't wash away my thoughts. I sealed my memory, because I was a classmate and accompanied me through several seasons.
Three years passed quickly, and there was another interview in June. I'm going to be separated from my classmates soon, and I feel a little uncomfortable.
In the coming June xx, I don't know if I can be admitted to an ideal high school. However, my parents are very worried about us and call the class teacher every day. And we don't know it ourselves. The head teacher told us that parents were more anxious than us. And we don't seem to care at all. For more than 20 days, I began to read books, do homework and review carefully ... now I know the importance of learning. I used to play computer, but now I regret not studying.
I hope parents who read this article will study hard. A lazy youth, a lousy age.
It's really difficult to be separated from my classmates who have been together for three years. At least we worked together. We will separate, we will go to the school we need, good and bad. Now I want to talk to my classmates about parting. I've said it many times in three years, and I haven't separated. Now that we are separated, we really have to "love each other for a long time." ..... Don't be sad, forcing a smile is a lie. Now, what is there to keep? Cry when you should, chat when you should, and get together when you should. How do you know what will happen tomorrow?
And we will go our own way in the future. After graduation, I want to keep those warm days, and I am eager to get into the torrent of life as soon as possible. It's really a little reluctant to leave these classmates. After all, three years of ups and downs, we share.
But we all believe that we can't bear to part with each other. The smiling faces of our classmates for three years, the figure of fighting in the corridor between classes, the four-story building, classrooms, seats and playgrounds that we hurried through for three years no longer belong to us. In two months, they will be used by another group of people. We are not naughty, we can only call these memories, and we can only call this place our alma mater. These complete memories are called the past, and they are dusty on the shining graduation photo.
They are not like junior high school students. They are all like a group of children. They love origami planes and are always scolded by the class teacher. They love to play basketball in the classroom, and then pretend to be manly to help girls wipe their tears after accidentally injuring a female classmate. They love Chen Qun appearing in the corridor or standing in front of the door. At best, it's called the keeper. At most, they are on duty. Will not leave.
They like to walk in groups on the playground. They call it Xiao Qingxin. They like to take pictures with their cameras when they are free. They say cameras have the best memories. They also said that he would remember our three years. They also said that we would be together for the next three years.
They always say that graduation needs a cry, a confession and a hug. Actually, we all are. But in the next three years, we will not be together again, and our wishes can only be described as beautiful extravagant hopes. We will go our separate ways and have our own future. I call these three years youth, green and sweet youth.
The colorful life of junior high school is about to pass. In retrospect, everything seems to be yesterday. Three years of junior high school life, endless ups and downs, came together in this upcoming farewell day.
Life in junior high school is very sweet, and the friendship between classmates for three years is rich, mellow and sweet. From a stranger when I first entered school, I gradually talked about everything. Sweet is like honey in my mouth, and it is sweet to my heart bit by bit. We read, write and chat together; We play basketball and football together and run around on the playground. Happiness, everyone shares; Difficult, together. Happiness is like this! Really, junior high school life is very sweet.
Junior high school life is sour. Whenever I fail in the exam, I will hate myself for failing to live up to expectations and shed tears of regret; Occasionally, the teacher gently reprimanded me, and I felt wronged and worried.
Acid. However, acid is a sincere gift. Whenever I feel sad because I didn't do well in the exam, I will understand that the results need to be paid and the efforts will be rewarded. Whenever I feel sad because of criticism, I will tell myself: I deserve it, and I will never do it again. That's it. Every time I feel sour, I will be warned-"Acid, I am not afraid!" Junior high school life is very hard. For the ultimate goal, for the future dream, we need to work hard.
Get up at dawn so as to take the time to recite; It's night 10 and you still refuse to rest, in order not to leave today's work until tomorrow. During the day, "Chinese, Mathematics, Politics, Foreign Affairs, Science, Culture and Life" have homework; In the evening, I read by candlelight only because the teacher will check my homework tomorrow. Three years of junior high school life is really tiring! Living in the third grade, let me taste the ups and downs of the world, and it is also full of five flavors. There are sour, bitter and sweet, and there is always a reward for giving.
When I finished the examination paper easily and drew a full stop for my junior high school life, I suddenly looked back and found that everything was so memorable. My dear junior high school life, goodbye!
When I graduate from the third grade, I will inevitably leave those sad tears. Some students may be happy, while others may be sad. Of course, tears can't make everyone live in school again and enjoy the time of studying and playing together.
Think about how sad it was before, when so many students played carefree together. Now, I can only think about it and look at those photos. Students don't know if they will remember the happy time when so many students were together.
After entering junior high school, how nervous will everyone be in their studies and will they still sit in front of the computer and play? Will you still play hide-and-seek with your classmates? Will you still whisper to your classmates? Speaking of "whispering", I remember that people often talk to their classmates in class, which makes teachers uninterested in class. I regret that I was so "naysayers" with my teacher. Now it is so difficult for my teacher to give you lessons, and I can't do it. Especially me, when I was a child, I often gave my teacher something to do, which was very naughty. You know, teachers are very hard! The teacher often keeps everyone here for class until 7 or 8 o'clock. For everyone's study, hundreds of hairs turned white and a few wrinkles appeared. I really appreciate the teacher.
How sad I am to think of them. How sad I am when I think of the past. I cry when I think of my classmates. Thinking of my teacher, I want to thank him for his six years of teaching. When I think of my alma mater, I think of all my classmates, teachers and everything in the school.
Goodbye, teacher; Goodbye, classmate; Goodbye, alma mater. I will think of you, and I will never forget you.
I will come to see you, wish the teacher success in his work, wish the students progress in their studies and wish everyone good health!
Thanks to the teacher's education, I will study hard and not lose face to my alma mater!
Excellent composition 9, which graduated from grade three, is inseparable before it is separated.
My hand trembled, slowly rolled up my diploma and held it in my hand. In a flash, my pulse was pounding, my cheeks were hot and tears filled my eyes. I whispered in my heart, "Goodbye! My campus! "
Doubt, excitement, laughter, tears, voice change and slow pace all melted into that last look. When I walked to the school gate, I suddenly turned around and stared at the campus that had nurtured me for six years. That long glance melted into my whole childhood.
My campus! Are we really going to be apart? No, you have been branded in my heart like a brand, and you will never erase this journey of life from my heart.
The open playground, like a kaleidoscope, turns blue sky, white clouds and sunny birds into colorful patterns, which is fascinating. The wind is like a magician's hand. When you wave it gently, those patterns come alive, the sun flows, and the whole campus is covered with gold. Every moonlit night, the sky is full of stars, and I wish I could have a panoramic view of the campus. At this time, the campus, like silver casting, shines with fantastic and attractive brilliance.
My campus is like a photo album. Open it, and the scene inside will definitely make you smile, sigh and indulge in it ... am I jumping up from the ground to pick leaves? Am I crying loudly in the classroom? Am I counting the birds in the sky with my back against the tree? Am I still yelling and playing with my friends?
I will always remember, remember the tall and mottled teaching building, remember the big tree full of white flowers that summer, remember the tireless and amiable teacher, remember the classmates who played, studied, laughed and cried together, and remember the unforgettable six-year primary school time. ...
Excellent composition 10 There are still more than 80 days before graduation from senior three in xx. I looked at the xx countdown next to the blackboard. More than 80 days, so short, we will graduate.
When I think of us who just entered the school, we are all so active and childish. Now grown up and mature, everyone is studying hard and preparing for xx. Three years, just for these hours of hard work!
Thinking of the head teacher, I thank them for their patience in educating us. I am most grateful to my class teacher. She not only teaches us to read and write, but also teaches us how to be a man. Being a man is seven points and doing things is three points, which is what she often talks about. I still remember that in the first grade, the class teacher took us to an inspirational education activity, so that we could learn to be grateful. That time, I really grew up! At that time, I swore under the gaze of many people: I want to change! I want to thank the class teacher and parents, and always have a grateful heart. That time, I cried and cried very sadly. I will always thank my head teacher and my parents. I will never forget that my head teacher spent all her time and energy teaching us.
Thinking of my classmates, I am very happy to be in the same class with them. Memories are the best, thinking that we have walked hand in hand in these three years. We cried together, we were angry together and we laughed together. After xx, we will all be separated, and we will see each other less and less. I want to think about the struggle and memory of these three years. I have never been less than you. I will never forget you, the sour and sweet things between us will never be forgotten.
More than 80 days later, we will usher in another turning point in our lives. Our names will appear in the yearbook, and our smiling faces will be engraved on the photos forever. Behind these are the bitterness and reluctance of our efforts. At that moment, we really want to graduate.
Excellent composition 1 1 graduation from senior three will inevitably leave those sad tears. Some students may be happy, while others may be sad. Of course, tears can't make us live in school again and enjoy the time of studying and playing together.
Recalling the past, how sad it was. So many of our classmates played carefree together. Now, we can only think about it and look at those photos. The students don't know whether they will remember the happy time when so many of us were together.
After entering junior high school, how nervous will our study be and will we still sit in front of the computer to play? Will you still play hide-and-seek with your classmates? Will you still whisper to your classmates? Speaking of "whispering", I remember that we often talk to our classmates in class, which makes the teacher uninterested in class. I regret that I was so "naysayers" with my teacher, and now it is so difficult for my teacher to give us lessons that I can't do it. Especially me, when I was a child, I often gave my teacher something to do, which was very naughty. You know, teachers are very hard! The teacher often keeps us here for class until 7 or 8 o'clock. For our research, we have lost hundreds of hairs and some wrinkles. I really appreciate the teacher.
How sad I am to think of them. How sad I am when I think of the past. I cry when I think of my classmates. Thinking of my teacher, I want to thank him for his six years of teaching. When I think of my alma mater, I think of all my classmates, teachers and everything in the school.
Goodbye, teacher; Goodbye, classmate; Goodbye, alma mater. I will think of you, and I will never forget you.
I will come to see you, wish the teacher success in his work, wish the students progress in their studies and wish everyone good health!
Thanks to the teacher's education, I will study hard and not lose face to my alma mater!
12 every time I think of this place, I really want to let time stay at this moment and let everyone relive this beautiful and happy primary school life. Every grass, tree, brick and tile on campus will record this wonderful past.
My tears fly for parting.
This day has finally arrived, the day before the exam, which means that everyone has to leave. The students don't want to listen to the last lesson that Mr. Wang told us. Some students have shed tears of parting when listening to the class.
In the past, Mr. Wang always heard laughter when giving lectures to everyone, but now he hears sobs!
The most terrible thing is to see you for the last time, because it will indicate that everyone will be far apart.
I thought that everyone would become stronger because of parting, but when I really faced parting, I realized that everyone was still young and so weak, and one parting could defeat everyone in one fell swoop. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
After a long math class, Miss Wang only said: Goodbye, classmates! At this moment, everyone can't hold it any longer. Wow, they all cried. But in my heart, there is only one kind of unspeakable bitterness ... The students shed tears to retain Mr. Wang, hoping to give you more souvenirs. In Chinese class, Mr. Wang didn't give everyone a class. Everyone is crying. Teacher Wang says the students are sobbing. How can they still be in the mood to listen to Teacher Wang? What about me? Crying became a little tearful.
Really leave.
Tomorrow is the graduation exam. Today, everyone is busy writing news, and Mr. Wang is also involved.
After school, everyone pushes their cars on the playground of the campus and looks at the scenery on campus with their eyes. Other students cried and said to me: goodbye! When I didn't cry, I just smiled and said to her: Leave your brightest smile to your friends!
Everyone has experienced parting, but what can be better than the relationship between teachers and students?
Three years ago, we may not have met today's parting. But now that parting is imminent, do you also long for time to be locked and let today pass slowly?
We really try our best to print everything in our hearts and make these the best memories in our dusty hearts. My senior three classmates, when we are about to part, really can't bear to part with you. I think of the songs we sang together, the beautiful melodies we listened to together, the things that we tried to play the piano together, blushed together or even turned against each other, sang solfeggio together, listened to dictation together, and even had vocal lessons together. There are really 1000, and 10 thousand can't bear it. I really want to practice my voice with you in the playground in the morning, sit with you and sing a song, and want to go to the old class for vocal music lessons. Unfortunately, there is no chance now …
My classmates in grade three are going to the battlefield soon. I sincerely wish you all a smooth entry into the university and become the first. Fellow citizens, come on … come on … come on …
The excellent composition 14 graduated from grade three 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.
15 Time passes quietly through our fingers like a breeze, so fast that we never stop to take a look. When Mo Ran looked back, youth had passed, time had passed, and our third year was about to graduate.
We are about to graduate from grade three, as if we were little stars in the bright starry sky. As we walked, we suddenly lost our direction, desperately trying to find the direction with a faint light. At this moment, how can we move on?
We are about to graduate from the third grade, as if we were just elves in the dark forest, and the darkness ahead blocked our way. At this moment, who should light the road ahead for me?
We are about to graduate from the third grade, just like birds in the air, flying in the wrong direction during the flight. At this moment, who should show us the way forward?
We are about to graduate from the third grade, as if we were a boat in the vast sea. In the process of drifting, we met a storm, as if we were going to disappear next. Who should we trust and move on?
In our ears, suddenly there was a voice calling me: children, go forward! Accept the baptism of life in the process of progress. Go! Interpret the meaning of life in progress. Go! Pursuing dreams in the process of progress. Go! Realize your ideals in the process of progress. Go! Climb the peak of life in the process of progress. Go! Go ahead and you will find a bright road!
In this day when the third grade is about to graduate, only by grasping the present minutes can we gallop forward and realize our illusory tomorrow.