My graduation composition is 500 words. I graduated from sixth grade primary school. Looking back on the good old days, I am really reluctant to part with it. After all, six years of classmates have deep friendship, crying and laughing together, and have gone through six years of ups and downs together. ...
After the last class in primary school, some students and teachers hugged and cried. I was very disapproving at that time and thought, "It's no big deal. It would be nice to graduate early. " It was not until I opened the yearbook and saw graduation photo that I really realized what "reluctant to go" was. I thought I could never have classes with my classmates and teachers again. My nose is sour and tears are coming out. Gradually, memories came to my eyes.
In the first grade, the teacher took us to play games and learn knowledge; In the second grade, I will read novels without pinyin; In the third grade, our class held a debate contest for the first time ... in the sixth grade, the last year of primary school, I didn't cherish it. Even in the last class, I hate myself. Why did I waste my last year of primary school so much? !
The past time has been blown away by the breeze and evaporated by the sunshine, but the good memories with my classmates and teachers will become the treasures in my life, which I will cherish and cherish forever.
Mo, my ear echoed with a song "Friends walk together all their lives, and those days are gone forever". A word for life, a glass of wine for life. Friends are never alone. You will understand when you have friends. There is hurt and pain, I have to go, I ... "
I graduated with a composition of 500 words. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Look, six years ago, ignorant children, that is, we are about to graduate now, who can tell me: Why is our unforgettable primary school life gone forever? Now we are sad for leaving, and who knows when we will meet again. Now walking on the playground of my alma mater, I can't help crying when I see the children running past me and my "crazy" teenage life.
Who would have thought that I am a naughty bully now, thanks to my class teacher, who opened my heart with her teacher's love; Who would have thought that I, now eloquent, used to be a confused teenager, thanks to my classmates, who saved me from loneliness with love; I also want to thank the time. He taught me to cherish, and he taught me to grow up. I also want to thank ... looking at the correction books full of tick marks and the composition books full of red double circles, I am full of nostalgia for the seriousness of the Chinese teacher. Looking at the formulas in herbs and math books, I am full of nostalgia for my math teacher. Looking at the perfect English in the dictation book and composition book full of words, I am full of nostalgia for the liveliness of the English teacher; Looking at the tight muscles and strong body on my calf, I am full of nostalgia for the strictness of physical education teachers; Looking at graduation photo and the yearbook, I am full of nostalgia for my classmates' words and deeds.
Ah! I'm going to graduate, and I'm full of emotions, including speculation about my new classmates and disappointment with my old classmates. There are sighs for the new school and nostalgia for the alma mater; Have new requirements for themselves and have memories of themselves; There are many new subjects and teachers, and there is also respect for former teachers.
I graduated, my alma mater, teachers and classmates. When shall we meet again?
Graduated from 500-word composition, graduated from grade six or three! Graduated! We really graduated! With sadness and happiness, we left the primary school where we lived for six years.
Happiness is because we grow up and are about to enter middle school; There is sadness, because I will say goodbye to my classmates who have been playing with me all day and wave goodbye to my caring teacher. Looking back at the primary school that recorded our childhood, I am reluctant to part with you. Six years have passed quickly, and I don't know how many stars are intoxicated in the arms of my alma mater. At this time, how can I erase this inseparable attachment with a wave of my hand?
The big banyan tree next to the playground watched us move from innocence to broader knowledge and watched us grow up on campus. When I left school, I looked at the old banyan tree and remembered that scene: when the weather was hot, every time I went to physical education class, we ran to the banyan tree to enjoy the cool, and the lush branches and leaves of the banyan tree selflessly contained us, driving away the heat for us.
When I didn't leave school, I felt that the school was not good. Although it is also a building, I always feel that my school is inferior. Today, the moment I left my alma mater, I suddenly felt that my alma mater had become bigger and enveloped me in it. That feeling is like leaving my home and going to a foreign land. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of home. Two lines of tears rolled down, not only me, but also those boys who are usually strong, and their eyes were red.
However, everything must come to an end, so we had to dry our tears, wave our hands and walk backwards to the school gate. At the school gate, we couldn't help but stop and look around. Our alma mater seems to be saying, "Go, son, the outside world is wider, show yourself!" " We finally walked out of school with heavy steps. ...
Dear alma mater, no matter how beautiful the school will be in the future, I will always remember you in my heart!
My graduation composition is 500 words. Time flies, grade six, grade four, and six years of primary school life is coming to an end. Looking back, at that time, all the naughty kids became the oldest students in this school. It seems that just yesterday, when I first entered the school, the teachers and classmates of my alma mater made it difficult for me to give up.
Our most beloved teacher, you have tirelessly taught us every bit of knowledge day and night, which has benefited us for life, just like dripping dew for flowers and nourishing dry land like spring rain. On the road of our growth, teachers' encouragement is indispensable, telling us that we must face difficulties and dare to challenge in order to succeed. Dear teachers, it is you who have watered our ideal flowers with the sweet spring of knowledge and cultivated the beautiful fruit of our sentiment with the rain and dew of your heart. I wish teachers all over the world!
Dear students, our big family has been together for six years. In six years, we studied, played and grew together. These six years have been as picturesque as a song and as bright as the moon. An interesting thing happened around us, brewing the most sincere friendship between us. I hope our friendship tree can last forever!
Alma mater is the cradle of our growth. When we are happy, you are a rainbow; When we are sad, you are a mountain spring; When we are confused, you are a lighthouse. I will never forget the charming classroom, the laughter and the solemn flag-raising ceremony, and I will never forget it. I wish my alma mater a more brilliant future!
I will never forget my lovely alma mater, friendly classmates and beloved teachers. Although my primary school career is coming to an end, I firmly believe: "Swallows have gone, when they come back, the peach blossoms have withered, when they bloom again, the willows have withered, and when they are green again, we will separate and meet again." May we meet in the brightest sunshine tomorrow.