Three years are like a cloud, and the angel of time carefully sets the hour hand to leave. At this moment of parting, our feelings are like surging waves. I remember how naive and naive we were when we first entered the school. Now, we have grown up and our faces are full of maturity. I remember when we first entered school, we only knew how to add, subtract, multiply and divide. How ignorant and poor we are. Now it seems that we have been in astronomy and geography for three years. After three years of hard work, a hundred flowers are blooming and colorful. The fruit is ripe and fruitful. Flowers are dancing, thanks to this fertile soil; The fruit rings frequently to repay the diligent gardener for flying the kite higher, and its string still holds your hand; No matter how far the wanderer goes, his heart still hangs on his mother. No matter where we go, we will never forget you-teacher; We will study hard and dedicate our excellent results to you-the teacher!

If we are a boat, you are a pair of oars. Only with paddles can a boat ride the wind and waves. If we are candles, you are matches. Only when a match is lit can a candle shine. If we are lush trees, you are a diligent gardener. With the cultivation of gardeners, trees can grow tall and beautiful ...

2. The message for the sixth grade graduation, written to the Chinese teacher, should reflect the characteristics of the Chinese subject and say goodbye quickly, Jingjing Campus.

Flowers bloom and fall on campus year after year. Six years ago, I stood in this sunshine, looking forward to the coming primary school life, with a very immature and naive smile. Now, six years have passed like water, and the ugly face is still in the mirror, but people are no longer the simple mood of the past.

Think about it as if I had just entered the school yesterday, and I was used to the wind, the sand and the strange words I didn't understand here. However, I turned and left.

Think about when I first entered the classroom, I cried and cried to go home. Now, however, the class has become my big family.

When I first went to school, I jumped into the classroom with a small bag on my back and began my study life day after day.

Now, I am taking steady steps, with small shoulders and a heavy schoolbag on my back.

In Chinese class, the beautiful word exercises floating from the teacher's mouth standing on the three-foot platform echoed in my ears. My classmates' campus messages trickled into my heart.

In physical education class, our boys' favorite place, at the end of the last class, we gathered together to discuss and celebrate. Holding that deja vu basketball, I feel particularly comfortable.

Art class is a heart disease for many male students. Once upon a time, groups of male students held their "unique" "masterpieces" and "showed off" everywhere.

Time flies, and we have ended our happy campus life. Oh, no, it's not over. Male compatriots will rush to the playground in unison, and a wonderful basketball game will be staged soon. It is also an indispensable part of campus life.

I, uh, have to go. Since then, he has become a middle school student. Perhaps in the days to come, the edges and corners will be smoothed and turned into pebbles with smooth river bottom. However, the memory of young years, the beautiful mood of love, the innocent smiling face in the sunshine, just like the wine in memory, lingers in Micari for a long time.

Farewell to those familiar faces.

Farewell, my lovely Jingjing campus.

Say goodbye to my wonderful primary school days.

I still remember Xu Zhimo's poem: "I left gently, just as I came gently." I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. "

Bless everyone who walks with me, bless every teacher who has helped me selflessly, and bless my lovely alma mater with an infinite bright future.

Whether we get together or leave, I will always bless you.

3. What do you use to express your admiration for the teacher? The teacher is a good mother in my heart and will distribute her love to all the children equally? Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a small fish, playing on your chest.

Teacher, I want to say thank you. In the past two years, you have not only taught me a lot of knowledge, but also taught me the truth of life. Under the guidance of your teacher, my composition has also made great progress and my grades have gradually improved. I am very grateful to you for this.

Teacher, roses can only be bright and dazzling under the nourishment of sunshine, and grass can only flourish under the nourishment of rain and dew. We have sunshine and rain.

The teacher, a good mother in my heart, will distribute love to every child equally. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a small fish, playing on your chest.

A good teacher in my heart, she should have broad love. Teacher, you are like dew, gently sprinkled on the strong new seedlings.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you are great. You are like a spring silkworm, quietly weaving our ideal silk thread. Teacher, you are the sea, and I am a boat, floating in your arms. Teacher, you are a gardener, and I seem to thrive under your hard care ... I love you. "

These, perhaps, are the words of a wayward child you love.

Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice and smile, your gestures, always show in front of my eyes; Your concern and love have been lingering in my mind; Your inculcation is vivid in my mind. When you are with us, everything is vivid.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you have given me confidence in learning; It is you who have given me the courage to live, the motivation to work hard and the hope for a better future.

Teacher, I want to say to you: you are my stepping stone to open wisdom; You are my golden key to open the door to happiness; You are my guide in the journey of life; You are my conductor playing the music of life.

Teacher, I want to say to you: without you, maybe I will give up on myself; Without you, maybe I would be so addicted; Without you, there may be no prospect of my life; Without you, I might not be who I am today.

Teacher, I want to say to you: thank you for sheltering me from the wind and rain; Thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; Thank you for cultivating my kindness; Thank you for understanding me.

4. Leave a graduation message to the Chinese teacher 1. If we are a boat, you are a pair of oars. Only with paddles can a boat ride the wind and waves. If we are candles, you are matches. Only when a match is lit can a candle shine. If we were

Lush trees, you are a diligent gardener. With the cultivation of gardeners, trees can grow tall and beautiful ...

2. If I can fight the sky, you gave me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who makes waves, you have given me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, you have given me the light of youth.

You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes. ...

Your thoughts and words are full of poetry, philosophy and magic ―― Oh, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused in my heart!

I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person-my teacher.

6. In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever!

7. Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered. I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable.

8. You are a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a stepping stone in the turbulent flow under the shade in the summer, and a lighthouse in the foggy sea-teacher, you set an example, educate people well, and be a ladder, which is unforgettable! You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes …

9. Ah, teacher, the engineer of human soul, only with this glorious name can it be as rich and blue as the sea.

10. In the eyes of students, you are "the real seed, the messenger of goodness and the banner of beauty".

5. What are your fantasies about the sixth grade graduation speech? Fantasy combined with wisdom is the mother of art and the source of miracles.

Flowers never laugh at delicate buds, because buds can bloom and have all the love.

May we become small stones thousands of miles away, paving the golden road.

The higher a person's goal, the faster his talents develop and the greater his contribution to society.

We are lucky to meet this good time; We have the aura of seizing opportunities, and the future lies with us.

How high is this step? We don't know, but we crossed it calmly and resolutely, leaving the old steps behind.

With childishness, amazement, confusion, ideals, self-confidence ... we meet the best youth in life together.

Beautiful buds bred in the rain and dew, draw brilliance from the sun and contribute various colors to the motherland-this is our common wish!

Determination, diligence, pursuit and innovation are all wonderful notes. Combine them harmoniously and you can compose a song of youth.

Look, the mountain of hope, how beautiful and lush. Let's spread the wings of life, shake off the wings of youth and fly to the mountains!

The sunshine of youth illuminates the direction we pursue. Let's look for the goal, spread our wings and fly, work hard and add a beautiful luster to the future. ...

There are rubble on the road, let's clean it up; There are weeds and thorns on the road, let's get rid of them; There are potholes on the road, let's fill them in-the road of life should be explored with both hands!

The road of life, like a circular runway, has an end and a starting point: the old end is a new starting point. The end point is yesterday's record; The starting point indicates a better tomorrow.

What is life? It is a brick of a historic building, a pair of paddles struggling with the wind and waves, and a flower that is the source of all kinds of green … May we create the best life with our own hands!

Why are our young people so energetic? Why is our life full of leaps and bounds? Ah! Because every moment of our youth and life exists for hope and miracle!

You see, the snow on the far cliff has not melted yet, and the winter jasmine in the field has already opened. -May we always be beautiful winter jasmine, the first to bring people the news of spring.

6. The graduation message for teachers (primary schools) is for Chinese, mathematics, English, art, sports, numbers: exponential function, logarithmic function, trigonometric function, and numbers are full of hardships.

Parallel straight lines, intersecting straight lines, non-planar straight lines, and affectionate lines.

Language: As time goes by, we all grow up, but your sideburns are gray. We can only say to you: give a peach back, teacher. Thank you for being unknown when I was at school, but now I can't be silent because of your respect. I want to say: hello, teacher!

English: "Simple 26 letters, let you take us to the ladder of success. The simple 26 letters are the brightest light in your life. "

America: "When we first met you, we were still a blank sheet of paper. When we were apart, you created us into works of art. Art and value are the best gifts you give us!

Ke: Teacher, you led us into the door of science, and we are very grateful to you for this. But you are about to leave us. We will study science harder and teach us what you taught us by going up a flight of stairs.

That's all I wrote.

7. For the content teacher of the second volume of the sixth grade Chinese "Graduation Message" published by People's Education Press, three years have passed quietly.

Maybe I give you a headache, maybe I worry you, maybe I make you comfortable, maybe I make you proud ... Anyway, you will always be my beloved teacher. Maybe you are full of peaches and plums, maybe you don't remember me, but I will always remember your teachings.

You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotion, countless hearts are stirred by you, and even your back is condensed with fiery eyes ... you are not an actor, but you attract our hungry eyes; You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle and sing charming songs; You are not a sculptor, but you are shaping the soul of young people ... Teacher, how can I forget you! The name engraved on the board may not be immortal, and the name engraved on the stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name is engraved in our hearts, which is truly eternal. Your thoughts, your words, are full of poetry and philosophy, and seem so magical ―― Oh, I worship great men and celebrities, but I am more eager to dedicate my respect and praise to an ordinary person ―― my teacher.

You are strict with us and take your own actions as an example. Once your suggestion, request or even order is put forward, we must do it, but it always makes us believe in it and act consciously.

This is the tall image you left in my heart. Ah, teacher-the engineer of human soul, only this glorious name has the connotation as rich as the sea and as deep as the blue! Teacher, this dazzling name, like a brilliant star, will always hang high on our chest.

Even if my temples are gray, I will still sincerely call you-teacher! In front of this sacred and lofty word, I will always be a student who needs enlightenment! In the sea of life, teacher, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever! Don't hesitate to burn yourself and release all the heat, all the light and all the energy. Teacher, you are like a red candle, loved and admired! Some people say that teachers are like mountains, because mountains are lofty and revered.

I also want to say that teachers are like the sea, because the sea is vast and immeasurable. Dear teacher, your sincere love has awakened a lot of confusion, cultivated a lot of self-confidence, ignited a lot of youth and destroyed many sails.

The crane sends silver silk to reflect the sun and the moon, and its efforts are full of new flowers. Gardener, lofty title, I wish you peaches and plums all over the world and spring glow.

The river pushes us to the vast sea, and the dawn brings us a bright morning; Dear teacher, you have led us to a brilliant life. Teacher, some people say that you are the pillar of the motherland, not that you are the pillar of the motherland, but that you support the backbone of our generation.

Teachers are the cultivators and sowers of beauty. It's you, shining with beautiful sunshine, nourishing beautiful rain and dew, and making our hearts green.

Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as the spring breeze and as sweet as a clear spring. Your love is more severe than father's love, more delicate than maternal love, and purer than friendship.

Your teacher's love is the greatest and cleanest in the world. Teacher, the light of wisdom we send out will always shine with the spark that you personally lit.

Although three years is very short, looking back, there are twists and turns on the road, which is smoother and more comfortable. There are successes and failures in life. Please believe that where there is a will, there is a way. I wonder how many stars are fascinated by it. How can I erase this endless attachment with a wave of my hand? Even if the future scenery is more beautiful and better, I will always be there. My friends, we are going to part for a while; I won't say "treasure treasure" anymore. On this lingering night, try to cast a few small morning stars; Although there is not much light, it can also make people who leave early happy.

If I can, I would like to rub everything in my heart into today's difference. But I can't! Then, let's break up silently! You know, this is the silence of the volcano, which is better than all other words! Meeting and leaving the sea is not only the end of past happiness, but also the beginning of future happiness.

Your figure is a sail and my eyes are a river. How many times I tried to keep you, but I finally couldn't. I know that friendship is rare in this world, but freedom is more precious.

You are finally leaving, but you have left the image of flowers, their fragrance and the hope of watering us together. As long as I think of you in the future, my years will always be bright.

Three years are like a cloud, and the angel of time carefully sets the hour hand to leave. At this moment of parting, our feelings are like surging waves.

I remember how naive and naive we were when we first entered the school. Now, we have grown up and our faces are full of maturity. I remember when we first entered school, we only knew how to add, subtract, multiply and divide. How ignorant and poor we are. Now it seems that we have been in astronomy and geography for three years. After three years of hard work, a hundred flowers are blooming and colorful. The fruit is ripe and fruitful.

Flowers are dancing, thanks to this fertile soil; The fruit rings frequently to repay the diligent gardener for flying the kite higher, and its string still holds your hand; No matter how far the wanderer goes, his heart still hangs on his mother. No matter where we go, we will never forget you-teacher; We will study hard and dedicate our excellent results to you-the teacher! If we are a boat, you are a pair of oars.

Only with paddles can a boat ride the wind and waves. If we are candles, you are matches.

Only when a match is lit can a candle shine. If we are lush trees, you are a diligent gardener.

After the gardener's cultivation, trees can grow tall and beautiful ... teacher, six years have passed quietly. Maybe I give you a headache, maybe I worry you, maybe I make you comfortable, maybe I make you proud ... Anyway, you will always be my beloved teacher.

Maybe you are full of peaches and plums, maybe you don't remember me, but I will always remember you.

8. Ask the original primary school teacher to give a graduation message. My literary talent is not good. 1, six years passed in a hurry. It's time to say goodbye

The first turning point in life is to enter junior high school and end primary school. However, an end is another better beginning. I wish the students all their wishes come true and get into their ideal junior high school! Maybe you lost a wonderful result in your dream last night. Perhaps, you have lost your colorful vision this morning; Perhaps, you lost a beautiful sustenance in the dusk sunset.

However, as long as you have not lost your unremitting efforts and self-improvement, youth and warm wind will raise the sails of your life. 3. May you be as charming as the sky in spring, as bright as the sky in summer, as Gao Shuang as the sky in autumn and as hazy as the sky in winter, so that my feeling will be as warm as spring and stay in your heart for a long time.

4. Grass, whether it grows in Shan Ye, cliffs, canyons and rivers, is always in pursuit of spring and constantly contributes to green. I hope you are like a grass, no matter how tortuous the future life path is, you should keep pursuing and dedicating.