Time flies, years pass, six years of primary school life is coming to an end, and we are about to enter the threshold of junior high school. When I left my alma mater, my heart was full of gratitude and nostalgia.

Looking back, the grass and trees of my alma mater are so familiar; In retrospect, every brick and tile of my alma mater is so kind; In retrospect, the teachers in my alma mater were so gentle; In retrospect, the classroom of my alma mater is still so spacious and bright.

I can't forget, my dear teachers, you care about us, educate us, teach us to learn, cheer for us when we play, care about us when we are sick, and judge us when we are bullied. I can't forget you.

I can't forget it, my dear classmates. We studied and played together for six years. You can see us kicking shuttlecock together, jumping the grid together, reading books together and chatting together. In the summer vacation, we let rabbits go and go out to play together. I remember once we walked the dog, and we were all sweaty, but we were not tired. I can't forget you, my dear classmate.

I can't forget the lovely campus. I am familiar with everything on campus. I can't forget the green playground, the red runway, the brand-new teaching building, the bright classroom and the small garden.

I can't forget it. I am a great learning opponent. I can't forget your Chinese achievement, because you let me know how to beat my opponent and myself. You made me understand that hard work can overcome everything. I can't forget you-my opponent.

I can't forget the wonderful memories here. I still remember catching damselflies in the small garden and looking for all kinds of interesting stones in the Woods when I was a child. Think of us playing with water by the pool. We read books and play cards together. We sneaked into the boarding house and played trampoline. I can't forget all these wonderful memories.

We lived together for six years, studied together and grew up together.

Goodbye, my dear teacher, goodbye, my dear classmates, goodbye, goodbye to my lovely alma mater, said the lovely children in the lower grades, I will never forget you. As the lyrics say, always remember the most dreamy dreams.

2. Write life with gratitude

Once upon a time, who said that looking back 500 times in previous lives was the only way to let this life pass by? I don't believe in past lives and I don't look forward to the afterlife. I only hope that I can treat everyone, everything and the whole life with a pious heart in this life.

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The fallen leaves hover in the air, painting an unparalleled picture with his half-life glory, which is its gratitude to the earth that gave it life and the spring breeze and drizzle that nourished it; Birds fly in the blue sky, swinging beautiful music with flapping wings, which is its gratitude to the sky that contains everything and the world that feeds it. See here, you and I will have a kind of admiration in my heart!

Gratitude, happiness? Pain?

Gratitude and happiness will bring us happiness, which is a good attitude we need in our life, and it makes our life full of sunshine. We can't deny that happiness is everywhere in our life. What about the pain? It also exists in every corner of our lives. It and happiness are good friends. We also need to be grateful for the pain and misfortune in life. Because if there is no pain, we can't feel happiness more deeply. Just like if it doesn't rain, we can't get a rainbow; If there are no dark clouds, we can't feel the charming sunshine; If a person has not been stabbed by thorns, then his life is empty and wasted. When the haze clears and the sun covers the earth again, we will feel brighter sunshine than before. Gratitude for pain makes us happy.

Grateful, my friend? Opponents?

Grateful friends can share their happiness with us and listen to us when we are in pain. In school, who will stay with us every step of the way when we fail? The answer is friends. In school, who doesn't have jealous eyes and too much praise when we succeed, but will cast favorable eyes instead? The answer is friends. These pictures are always fixed in our minds and can never be erased. In the vast sea of people, it is rare to have a few real friends. If a person has no friends, it will be the biggest defect in his life. Friends are a part of life. Where's the opponent? The opponent is our direction. With these people, we will not be carried away by victory and will not be led astray by failure. Only when the opponent is on the battlefield can we turn the opponent on the battlefield into friends in life. Grateful to our opponents, let us have new friends.

Thanksgiving, possession? Lost?

Grateful to have, so that we can live a better life. With affection, we can always immerse ourselves in a kind of warmth; Having friendship makes us full of confidence and challenge ourselves at any time; Have a sincere heart, so that we can treat others or ourselves piously. Therefore, we should be grateful to have it. What if I lose it? Maybe it's what we really need, but it's gone. It may be painful at first, but we can't just wander in front of pain and sadness. We should turn sadness into strength. If we just stay on the brink of losing, instead of trying to cherish what we have, then we will only lose more. Cherish everything, even if you don't. Grateful for the loss, let us have it again.

Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself;

Thanksgiving heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish the same! -P.S.

3. Sweeter than candy

I like sugar. I like soft candy, hard candy, cotton candy, lollipop, chocolate ... all of them. It is accompanied by my sweet childhood memories. When you are unhappy, it is sugar that melts your inner bitterness. When you are with friends, send a candy and share the sweetness of friendship. I like chocolate candy, especially olive candy. Eating too much olive candy won't make me feel too sweet and greasy, and it also contains warm memories that belong to me.

The olive branch symbolizes peace between countries. For me, olives symbolize grandma, warmth and happiness.

When I was a child, I had something at home and lived in my grandmother's house for a while. Grandma is a vegetarian and thrifty. She is kind and unwilling to kill and maim. Most importantly, she cares about me. Grandma has the habit of eating olives after meals. I sometimes watch my grandmother eat with relish, and I can't help but put one in my mouth. Although I know that olives are sour and bitter, there will be a natural sweetness in the mouth after eating. Grandma always said: Bitter first, then sweet. It seems to mean old people. Grandma likes olives. She often takes candy with her. Olive sugar is neither too sour nor too sweet. It is delicious. Grandma will grab a handful of olive candy for me to eat at school every day. I thought it was delicious, so I clamored for my grandmother to give me more, but she didn't. She said that eating too much is bad for teeth and will get angry. I just need some fixed pills every day. Once, I rummaged through the cupboard for candy, and there was nothing. So I sneaked into grandma's room while grandma was away. I still remember that grandma's bed was an old kind of counter bed. I rummaged through everything and finally found it. It's in a beautiful box. Last time my relatives gave me candy, I already ate all the candy in it. It turns out that grandma still has this box with olive candy in it. Grandma is old and seldom eats sugar. Her box is specially for me to put sugar in. I define the box containing sugar as a sweet jar, which belongs to me.

At grandma's house, there are a fixed number of sweets in my schoolbag every day. In retrospect, grandma's love is sweeter than candy.

4. Tangshan earthquake

Today, I went to the cinema to see another masterpiece of Xiaogang Feng, Tangshan Earthquake. 1On July 28th, 976, an earthquake of magnitude 7.8 occurred in Tangshan, and Tangshan was in ruins within 23 seconds. According to this history, a family story of "23 seconds and 32 years" during the Tangshan earthquake was told.

The film begins with "Animals have an instinct for disasters and predictions". Sure enough, an earthquake measuring 7.8 on the Richter scale happened at night. When the earthquake happened, the hero of the movie Daqiang sacrificed his life to save his children. This shows the greatness of fatherly love.

However, his behavior failed to impress God, and he played a joke on him. His two children were crushed under the rubble at the same time and under a board at the same time. But when their mother found out, she could only save one. What a rare question:' Save my sister or my brother'. This palm is full of meat. Mother said naughtily, "Help my brother". At this time, I was deeply impressed by a sentence she received,' God, you bastard.' Everyone in the cinema cried when the daughter who was crushed under the rubble heard "save her brother" with her own eyes. Inner despair.

Fontaine, the little girl who survived unexpectedly the next day, saw something completely different from usual. In the dense fog, there were no groans or shouts, only mechanical footsteps, heavy gasps and piles of tall bodies on the roadside! The skull was crushed, the feet were smashed, the body was squashed, the chest was pierced ... The most terrible thing was the body hanging on the dangerous building. Some have only one hand pressed by the floor, and the cracked head hangs down; Some people are caught by their feet when they jump off a building, and the whole person hangs upside down in the air. This is the most sensitive group of victims. They have awakened from a deep dream and escaped, but their escape path was cut off by death. All kinds of figures, shaking in the fog. She was in shock and staggered, as if she had not woken up, and was thrown into a strange place in a trance. She is numb to everything, including the lacrimal gland, vocal cords and nerves that transmit pain. No one expected such a great disaster. She has no time to think, feel, or even suffer for being an orphan. The sun came out. When this round of fireballs hung high as usual, the thick fog, which was already extremely thick and dying, began to become thin and slowly dispersed under the intense light.

She was taken away by the PLA couple who came to the rescue. Be their "daughter" She survived unexpectedly, unable to shake off her inner trauma. After the Wenchuan earthquake 32 years later, she accidentally found her brother' Fonda'. She followed her brother back to Tangshan, where she was born. Her heart was complicated, but when her mother saw her, she knelt down and let Deng Fang's hatred disappear in front of her family.

This movie really feels like being poisoned by tear gas. The heroine Li screamed in the ruins during the earthquake and knelt down when she saw her daughter. It really makes people cry.

5。 Reading really fascinates me.

In my life, there are many things that fascinate me and intoxicate me. Such as collecting stamps, planting flowers and so on. But what fascinates me most is reading.

Reading has increased my knowledge and made me rich and profound. I love reading, too, and I am keen on books. In the book, I keep growing.

I remember once, I was busy reading in my father's study. My mother asked me to eat, but I didn't hear her, so I continued reading. My mother saw that I ignored her, so she pushed open the door and called me in. At this time, I saw a plot: a landlord whipped a farmer who worked for him. I was very angry and cursed: "kill you, big bad guy." I didn't expect this sentence to be heard by my mother. I thought it was because I scolded her, so I didn't scold me indiscriminately. After the criticism, I asked my mother why she criticized me. My mother said that I called her a villain and wanted to kill her. I said with anger and laughter, "I didn't scold you." I cursed the landlord in the book. " Mom said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" "I don't know why you criticize me." Mom sighed, shook her head and said, "Hey, you little bookworm, you can't help it. Go out for dinner. "So my mother and I went out to eat.

Another time, my father and I went to the library to read books. When I came to the library, I walked to the children's reading room in three steps and found the book I wanted to read. After I found it, I just wanted to go home and watch it. I forgot my father was in the library and went home. When I was reading in the study, my father pushed the door open. After seeing my mother, he panted and asked, "Is my daughter back?" "Mom said," I will come back again. I am reading in your study. What happened? " Dad said, "I went to the library to read with him, and he disappeared without saying a word." I looked for him everywhere and thought she had lost it. Scared me to death. "He called me out of the study and criticized me, saying that he would never take me to the library again. I begged him for a long time before my father agreed to take me to the library to read, but I had to obey, and I readily agreed.

Listen, reading fascinates me.

6. Sweet memories

Zhu Ziqing once said: "When the swallows go and come again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. Willow has withered, and it will be green again, but tell me wisely, why are our days gone forever? ..... "Yes, just like my golden childhood, I will never come back. Every time I think of my childhood, even if it is a sad thing, it is always so sweet and happy to recall. ...

Since primary school, my grades in grades one, two and three are just average. In the fourth grade, I transferred to another new class. The teacher education in this class is very suitable for me, so my grades have advanced by leaps and bounds. I got the first place in my class in Chinese and math. I remember the first time I went, I sat in the third row in the middle. In front of me is a female classmate. Her name is Yue. Her grades are very good. Is that her or my team leader? For this reason, she shortened our distance and unconsciously became good friends. We are inseparable all day and never quarrel. The students at school call us sister. Hehe, later we became deskmates. We always help each other in learning, learn from each other's strong points, and always find infinite fun in learning. Since then, I have found that studying is not so boring. As long as we find some good methods, we can get twice the result with half the effort! But a few months later, I was nearsighted and couldn't even see the blackboard in the third row clearly. Then the teacher decided to transfer me to the first row. He said that he and Yue would change seats, which meant that I would separate. I didn't agree. The teacher had no choice but to ask other students to spare two seats for the inseparable "Yuanyang". I didn't agree. Actually, I really appreciate the teacher's kindness, because I really don't want to. But my heart is still My Sweetie's …

I remember the first time I participated in the composition competition. I feel good about the writing of the article. Soon, the news of winning the prize reached our class and I won the first prize. When I stepped onto the podium in the warm applause of my classmates and received the award certificate, my classmates all cast envious eyes on me. Suddenly I feel a little "high" and feel great. When I got home, I hurriedly handed the award certificate to my father, who just smiled gently. She said sternly to me, "Your sister doesn't know how many such awards she has won, and it's nothing." When I heard this sentence, my heart was cold and I thought, "How could Dad do this? Besides, this is my first time to participate in the competition, and I won the first prize. What I need is encouragement, not ... "Tears swirled in my eyes, but I never fell. Suddenly one day, I learned an article from the textbook, which made me feel deeply. I feel that the author's experience in the article is similar to mine. I think everyone has learned this article-"Wonderful" and "Terrible". Through the teacher's in-depth explanation, I thought of myself and suddenly understood that my father's "coldness" turned out to be the balance of my future study. Every time I think about it, I always smile happily, because I have a kind and lovely good friend, a good teacher who can understand and care about me, and a good father who knows how to love me.

Speaking of childhood, there is another person who is very important to me. Although he has been dead for more than nine years, I will never forget him. Maybe he was the most beautiful angel in my childhood. He always protects me with his powerful wings and gives me infinite warmth.

I still remember clearly that the weather changed when I was in kindergarten. In an instant, the heavy rain went down. I was too young to listen to the teacher's explanation, and my head unconsciously reached out of the window. Suddenly, a tall man in a black jacket caught my eye. I looked intently and was very happy. It turned out that Grandpa had come to pick me up. I rushed into his arms after school and saw it. It kept raining, and grandpa held my little frozen red hand tightly with his warm big hand for fear that I would fall down. Walking, I only feel the umbrella approaching me. Where's Grandpa? I saw relentless rain "heavily" falling on his hair, cheeks, clothes and trousers; Oh, my God! I'm soaked to the skin. Looking at grandpa like this, I was naive and couldn't understand, so I opened my eyes and asked, "Grandpa, why don't you take an umbrella?" Grandpa smiled and said, "Grandpa likes to get wet in the rain." "Won't you catch a cold?" I asked curiously, "Yes, Grandpa is a tiger and he is in good health." Grandpa told me naughtily. Suddenly our hearty laughter echoed in the rain for a long time ... now I understand that it is a kind of love, an intoxicating love. Perhaps, thinking about this kind of thing is very common in real life, but I have never forgotten it for so many years. Whenever it rains, that scene always comes to my mind deeply. Maybe it has been kept in my "happiness box", because it is a kind of love that no one can replace.

After grandpa died, I always dreamed of him. Maybe I miss him too much. Whenever I visit Tomb-Sweeping Day, I always see his picture on the tombstone, as if I saw him in person. I really want to jump on him, snuggle up in his arms, coquetry and call "grandpa" sweetly. Yeah, but ... people say there will be an afterlife. It's all my fault. Grandpa left me too early before I was sensible, so he left me in a hurry. Maybe Grandpa Yan heard that my grandpa is good at chess and wanted to learn from him, but I haven't had time to love him and hurt him. If I can, I will be his grandmother in my next life and let him feel how happy he is.

As time goes by, the distance between me and my childhood is getting farther and farther, but maybe I will never forget my childhood. Yes, I can forget everything, but I can't forget my happy childhood, even if it's just memories, but I am enough, enough. ...

When swallows go and come again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. Willow withered, when they turned green again. ...

Maybe it's just "hurry"!

7. I can do it

The phrase "I can do it" accompanied me to overcome one difficulty after another. I believe it will grow with me and make me an excellent person in all aspects.

The phrase "I can do it" is always on my lips, and it has almost become my mantra. No matter in my study or in my daily life, I always say to myself, "I can do it."

Once, there was a quiz in math. I got to the last question. It seeks the volume and surface area of graphics. I have repeatedly calculated on toilet paper, but I still can't work out the answer to the question. The score of this question is 8, so don't expect to get close to 100. I'm sweating with anxiety, but the more anxious I am, the more I can't figure it out. In the blink of an eye, I have used three draft papers. Look at the time, there are only 10 minutes left, and I think: this is over, there is no hope at all. At this moment, I remembered the sentence "I can do it". Any problem will have a solution. I believe I can solve it. I calmed down, carefully analyzed the meaning of the question, and carefully drew a picture on the draft. Hey! I figured it out and suddenly realized that a difficult problem was so simple. When the teacher handed out the test paper, I said that few students answered the last question correctly. I am very happy and grateful for the sentence "I can do it".

The sentence "I can do it" not only helped me in my study, but also helped me a lot in my daily life.

The sluice on the second floor was broken again, so I went to our house to borrow water. Mom and dad just went out, and I was doing my homework at home alone. I think: I am old enough to help my parents. I'll go to the second floor to deliver water alone! I brought a big bucket full of running water and walked to the second floor. I finally came to the stairs, exhausted and panting. I thought, this is really heavy. Can I hold it? It's better to put it here and let the people on the second floor pick it up. However, there is an old man in his eighties living on the second floor, and his children are not there, so it is inconvenient to walk. How can he carry water? At this time, I remembered the sentence "I can do it". I thought: as long as I work hard, I will succeed! I managed to move the bucket to the second floor. The old man thanked me and said "thank you".

Be confident, I can do it. You can do it as long as you work hard. Work hard today, and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Others succeed by hard work, and I can succeed by hard work. Ideal, self-confidence, diligence, there is no shortcut to success, one step at a time. I work hard and I can do it.

8. At that moment, I walked up the steps.

Since I stepped onto the runway at this moment, I rushed to the finish line at that moment.

The school sports meeting is getting closer and closer to us inadvertently, and then I will always think of my 800-meter auction and feel nervous. I use my spare time at noon to practice long-distance running with my classmates. The expected slowness has added more pressure to my heart. Soon, the 800-meter race began. After warm-up exercise, I stood at the starting line. I clearly heard my heart beating faster, but I felt relaxed and happy. You must concentrate! I told myself this.

Autumn wind blows slowly, just like a hand, gently stroking hair. The sun shines very lightly in autumn, so I don't feel hot, but it's cooler. At this time, my feelings can no longer be linked with autumn scenery, and the sweat and tension on the runway are about to devour me. You must concentrate! I told my legs.

My nerves twitched violently because of the sudden gunshot. Getting inside is the first advantage. Slow down and save your strength. My legs are swinging mechanically. Was the old autumn scenery just a fantasy? The sun is too cruel, sweat drops from cheeks, and the runway gets hot in the high temperature. Run! Run! It will be over in less than 4 minutes! Do I regret it? Don't! Certainly not! The final sprint, although the legs are like lead and the sweat is like a spring, must be rushed! I immediately strode forward, and the cheers of others drowned out my panting voice. A leap, I was struggling, and at that moment, I jumped the finish line.

I didn't win, but I ran 800 meters. I broke through myself and surpassed myself, just like stepping onto a new level. Sweat proves strength, and strength proves itself. At that moment, my wish to cross the finish line became my most beautiful reality. It became a step, on which I stood, looking for the next self.

Just a moment's leap, I saw myself struggling and tempering my mind in the wind.

9. My future

In a hurry, the holiday is over. The days of winter vacation are always easy to pass quickly, because the Chinese New Year and many complicated festivals, with fireworks, are always easy to pass without even leaving anything in my heart-it's not my fault, maybe I really forgot.

I know in my heart that every day in the future will be loaded with more, and I am gradually approaching high school-it is a state of near hysteria, spreading like a life of purgatory. However, I am not afraid of these. Because, I always find that all things, for me, are extremely easy to be said too seriously, even six years after graduation, I walked past with a smile. Perhaps, because of dreams, those tired days and those days spent in the middle of the night are nothing. Moreover, I always wanted to believe that everything was nothing but a little evil.

Therefore, from a very young age, I have the habit of expecting. I always look forward to the beginning of each new semester. Because I want to try my best to make those regrets less-less, then I will be closer to happiness and my ultimate dream-closer. Even if I used to be so frivolous and unruly, I will eventually put down my disguise because of my dream. Truth is really a beautiful state of life, so I want to say that I am eager to be a good student, go to junior high school safely, and be admitted to the university I want to go to. Don't say this idea is mediocre, because I know that it is hidden in everyone's small chest and beats violently with the heart all the time.

I think I can. Because I always have a dream over and over again. I took the warm notice paper and ran wantonly under the clear sky, letting the wind blow the paper noisily. Then, smile and try to smile. I want all those who love me, the people I love, to see that my dream is in my hands and will never fly away. Repeated dreams will become real situations one day. I will study harder and harder, and look back when I finally succeed one day. I don't regret this youth.

10. Intersection

I am used to thinking about everything at the crossroads after school. Good things, bad things, sad and wonderful. On the way home. In my opinion, this is a very spacious intersection.

I'm used to waiting for the red light to turn green, watching this complicated and flashing city there, watching these vehicles come and go, galloping past and whistling away from me. Spring has arrived, the sky is still bright, the sun is still shining generously, the sky is still looking at everything clearly, and those clouds are not flushed at sunset. I think they must still be waiting-just like I am waiting for the light.

However, I am seldom lonely. No one wants to look at these indicators. They are so lonely. I think those who walk calmly probably have a bad eye. So there are always flashing figures in the coming and going vehicles, and I only see the indicator light flashing bright red. If they can talk, then I think they will scream at the top of their lungs. However, it can only stand silently and complete its watch in this busy traffic. Day after day.

Last year, when I got here, it was already evening. The street lamp is dim, and the car is galloping with dazzling lights. Everywhere is the light of Yingying Ran Ran, staggered and colorful. At that time, it was the first time that the light in the poem came on. The whole city plunged from one kind of noise to another. Watching the lights light up one by one always reminds me of the scene when the oil mill started working in Spirited Away at night. That's it. With a loud noise, the lights came on and everything was noisy.

Talking about everything you like, there are so many words. I really like this intersection, which often carries my pace, my joy, my fantasy and my waiting. I like to see it bathed in light and shadow, and I like to see it immersed in the night. Whatever you like, no matter what, is worth liking. It is a habit, here, silently waiting for the change of color, and then having a long daydream.