? How time flies! How time flies? Primary school life is like a wisp of smoke, blown away by the breeze and evaporated by Chu Yang. However, what have I learned in these six years? I was lost in thought. By the way, it is knowledge. My alma mater gave me knowledge.

It was she who turned me from a naive and ridiculous little girl into a polite big child. She turned me from an introverted little girl into a quiet, generous and lively big child.

When I was seven years old, I came to a strange place, tieli city No.1 Primary School, under the persuasion of my parents and kindergarten teachers. My mother told me that there are many children here, including brothers and sisters older than me and friends as big as me. ? I am ecstatic. From that day on, from the first class, I began to like this place and this school.

When I was eight years old, I was just in the second grade of primary school. The teacher taught me a lot of knowledge, such as addition and subtraction within 100, knowledge of centimeters and meters, multiplication and division, angle and time. I remember I knew nothing about the organization at that time. Once my mother went to school to ask me about my recent situation, and the teacher said, your child can't tell at all. What did the teacher do? Complain a lot? Comment, I'm finally locked up? Detention center? In class, after an hour of training, I finally learned to divide.

Yes! Time waits for no one. Although primary school life is unforgettable, we can't just focus on memories and ignore reality!

I remembered that sentence again: how time flies, how time flies? Cherish time!

My composition about primary school life is 500 words.

How can we forget those diligent teachers who led us into the ocean of knowledge? Miss Gao, your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy and magic. Teacher Zhang, your class is really colorful. In class, you study rigorously, and after class, you are so approachable. Teacher Mi, with your warm smile and motherly patience, you tolerate our children who have just entered the school gate. And the music teacher Song, don't forget your wonderful singing; Physical education teachers, Mr. Lu and Mr. Feng, can feel your humor in every class and make everyone laugh. Mr. Tang, I still remember you taking us to do interesting experiments to let us know the mysteries of the scientific world. Teacher Information Week and Teacher Du? Computer expert? It brings us something new every time.

And my classmates, you have brought me joy and encouragement. Wang Jiahui, the deskmate, has a pair of big watery eyes, which twinkle like stars on the horizon. Your lively and happy laughter always makes everyone laugh with you. The captain of our school, Bu Yutong, a reporter from Shandong Children's TV Station, made us proud. Wang Jin, you always call me? Test god? Is it because I did well in the exam? I believe that one day we will make progress together; Lu Ziyi, does everyone call you kindly? Son? You are a cartoonist in our class, and the characters you write are so lifelike; Liu Kai, Zhang Jiawei and Liu Xingyi, you are all athletes in our class. We are proud of you!

Alma mater, you cultivated the flowers of the motherland,

You let me into the sea of knowledge.

You made me taste the fun of learning.

It is you who have established the friendship between classmates.

We are like flowers that have just bloomed,

You gave me soil,

You gave me clear water.

We grew up in your arms,

We learn knowledge in your arms,

Ah, alma mater! Thank you again,

You let me know the importance of learning,

You gave me a learning environment,

My alma mater, I am about to leave,

But you, forever buried in my heart!

Goodbye, teacher! Don't forget your six-year inculcation.

My composition about primary school life is 500 words.

Years are long, time flies, and there is an unforgettable good time floating in my heart. Six years of primary school life was unconsciously written into the diary, which not only recorded our laughter for six years, but also recorded our sweat and tears.

Looking back, do you still remember that when we first entered school, we started our primary school life with beautiful new schoolbags, neat new books, beautiful new stationery and new friends. Now, in just six years, we have changed from naive children to sensible big brothers and sisters.

Remember, we used to go for a spring outing, picnic and military training together. We talked and laughed along the way, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way with laughter, and at the same time enhancing our friendship. Now, we are going to graduate, and I wonder if there will be any chance to meet again in the future.

Remember, in the sixth grade, we went to the quality education base for military training. We stood in the sun together and encouraged each other when expanding our training. The song "Unity is Strength" accompanied the whole military training. Remember how to fold the quilt? Soft from the start? Bread? Was it neat when you left? Tofu block? Seeing the gratified eyes of the instructors, we also smiled and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Hard struggle again and again, let us learn to unite; Practice hard again and again, let us learn to be strong.

Remember, on that breezy morning, the students sat in the classroom and read the text together. We learned Zhu Ziqing's in a hurry, from which we felt the shortness of time. Yes, six years' study life is so short. We will graduate soon, bid farewell to the teachers and classmates who live with us day and night, and enter a new school with a sad mood to meet new classmates and teachers.

Remember, in that fruitful autumn, we held a sports meeting on the playground of the middle school attached to Shanshi Normal University. Before the game, we lined up in the square, practiced repeatedly, shouted loud slogans and marched neatly; During the competition, the athletes struggled hard on the playground. What is this for? It is for the honor of the class and the glory of the collective. Although we didn't win the prize in the end, we were all very happy because we worked hard and paid.

My composition about primary school life is 500 words.

Six years of primary school life is coming to an end, and a class is about to break up, but in the six years of primary school, I will never forget the friendship between my classmates.

I remember once, the teacher met the names of several people in the class, all of whom were called with oil pastels, and I also had them. The teacher sent me a piece of paper, and several of us went to the teacher's house happily. The teacher said: first color the words evenly, and don't paint more than the words. ? I was in a daze just now, and suddenly it dawned on me. I began to scribble seriously. Oh, no, it's too much. ? I have butterflies in my stomach. Someone has finished painting. After the teacher finished reading, the teacher said, take a small scissors and cut the word. ? After the teacher finished speaking, I was secretly pleased: can't I cut it off with scissors if I draw too many pictures? I started doodling again.

After the painting, Xiao Jian will serve me.

I rushed into the classroom and ran to my good friend Xin Li. Ask Xin Li to borrow scissors first!

I said to Xin Li, Xin Li, use scissors. ? Xin Li said morosely:? I left my scissors at home. ? I don't believe it. Yesterday, her scissors were still at school. Why did she leave them at home today? Full of questions, I asked Xin Li again, but Xin Li insisted that she had left her scissors at home. I was angry and left angrily. I thought she didn't want to lend me the scissors on purpose, so I had to borrow them from others. After a while, I knew that Fang Jie had scissors, so I hurried to ask Fang Jie to borrow them. After cutting the words with scissors, I went back to the classroom to continue my homework.

After what happened, I realized that I was really wrong. Xin Li's scissors are indeed at home. Now that primary school life is coming to an end, I know what it means to cherish friendship. I really hope we can go back to childhood. The laughter and laughter of my childhood now seem to be reflected in my mind and in my growing steps.

My composition about primary school life is 500 words.

Ups and downs, getting along day and night, flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, and six years of primary school life are fleeting. I feel a sad feeling when I think that I will leave the campus where I have lived for six years.

I can't forget the simple teaching of the teacher, the amiable face of the teacher, and the childlike laughter when the teacher plays with us. I remember a few weeks ago, I couldn't write a few math contest questions. I'll ask my teacher. The teacher put down the pen that was correcting my homework and opened it. I thought about it for a while and calculated it on paper for a while. He said to me: Talk to you in the afternoon. You go to rest first. ? Then discuss with other teachers. In the afternoon, I came to the teacher's office, and the teacher spent another lesson explaining it to me until I understood, and said to me, If you don't understand, ask the teacher. Teachers like students who love to ask questions. ?

I can't forget the scene of frolicking, the helping hand of my classmates when I was in trouble, and the humorous words of my classmates. As long as the weather is fine, every afternoon after school, students in our class will play basketball for an hour. Once, when I was running, I accidentally fell down. When I was struggling to get up, Zhou reached out and pulled me up. At this time, several students gathered around and asked me if I had any pain from my fall and could continue to fight.

I can't forget the sparkling sweat in the tug-of-war, the light steps in the long rope jump, and the happy time with my classmates. I remember a winter in the fourth grade, when it snowed heavily at night. After arriving at school in the morning, the teacher took us to Cao Ping to have a snowball fight. The teacher divided us into two groups and began to have snowball fights. How many times have I been beaten? Bullets? Later, I thought of a way to sneak to the other side and sneak up from behind. I held a handful of snow and stuffed it into Zhou's neck, only to find it when I ran back to my place. Snow bullets fell on my head intensively, and I washed my hair for free. Unfortunately, I fell down on the way to escape and was made into a snowman.

The trees on campus have increased by six years, the grass on the lawn has turned green again and again, and we are no longer what we were yesterday. Ah! What an unforgettable primary school life left a deep impression on my life journey!