I will graduate in three months and leave my alma mater where I have lived for 9 years. This is the school I have stayed in for the longest time! Nine years!
Those thousands of days and nights were spent with classmates and teachers, and the difficulties in learning were overcome with them, and the decision was made after consultation with them. Although always quarreling with classmates, although the classroom is always noisy, although there are many opinions about teachers. But I know I'm used to it. I'm used to your noise, your verbosity, your entrustment, and … you are by my side.
I don't know what to do without you. Who should I tell, who should I quarrel with, and who should I defend my math problem with. Habits are really terrible things! Don't you think so? I can't live without it!
On campus, everything seems to be the most beautiful. Flowers and plants are in full bloom in spring, attracting many bees. When I leave the classroom, I always take someone with me. Because of fear, I have been afraid of animals such as insects since I was a child.
I remember when I first attended the preparatory class, there were many things I didn't understand. I am particularly proud of putting on the school uniform of middle school students. Because I know I am already a middle school student. I am no longer the little princess at home. I must be independent from now on. I can't depend on my parents any more. I will try my best to do my own thing. But this is just lip service! Who can really do it? Some adults still depend on their parents, as if they were a child who would never grow up. Others are even more ridiculous. They are married and have to live on their parents and ask them for money. I think this kind of person is individual Z, the scum of society. Maybe what I said is a little serious. But I want to remind those people. When you are able to support yourself and your family. Should we consider our parents? They train you to be a genius. Should I be filial?
Graduation is coming soon, and the countdown has begun. Please witness my growth and transformation with me!
Composition 2 when I graduated from the third grade saw ginkgo leaves falling for the last time, and the leaves were falling. I fell to the ground with one hope after another.
Once, I went to physical education class with my classmates and slowly went upstairs to the classroom. In the corridor, I looked out inadvertently. I see the ginkgo leaves on the opposite side are a little yellow. Some sadness appeared in my heart. The last fallen leaf came. This is our last fallen leaf. Leaves, falling one by one, fly gently, and finally fall to the ground, confirming the sentence "fallen leaves return to their roots." Maybe when we grow up, we will come to school again and see the first fallen leaves. Maybe we will go back to our roots.
Familiar with the classroom
Looking back around the classroom, this is really a place that I love and hate. First success, first failure, first sweetness, first sadness. It all happened in this familiar place. What happened this semester may be our last time in this place.
That day, I suddenly realized. Make up lessons, so what? That was the last time I was with my classmates in three years. Even if I make up lessons, it will be happy. In this classroom, I have achieved my goal again and again, refueling again and again. So, can our final goal be achieved? Maybe the last time, it will be realized in this halo-like classroom. At least we all hope so.
The kindness of the teacher
Once, in math class, I thought of something. He turned to his deskmate and said, "In fact, the teacher is so poor." He turned around and looked at me puzzled. "Every time they have to be separated from their own students, they treat their students like their own children. How many times have they to be separated in this life?" He nodded. Looking down at the book thoughtfully. In that class, we were all silent. Looking at the teacher's back, it won't take long, maybe it will be our last lecture.
Class, still in class, belongs to their last time.
The first time in three years, the last time in three years. Although the third grade is bitter, as long as we have a cherished heart, we find it is not bitter. It is God's will to make our 59 students unforgettable all their lives. Let us deeply remember that in the past few months, we have helped and encouraged each other. Finally, I can only say that I am painful and happy.
Composition 3 about graduation from grade three is getting longer and longer, and the heart of relaxation is getting heavier and heavier, so I miss the days of class. Going to school every day is my happiest time.
On the last day, the teacher didn't lecture either, just let us review ourselves. Actually, I didn't even read the book that day. I can't calm down at the thought that we will be separated after the exam in a few days.
Every classmate's record and signature collection are aggravating my heart. With a heavy pen in hand, it is so difficult to write down every stroke.
One stroke, write down my sadness, one stroke, write down my helplessness, one stroke, write down my thoughts, one stroke, write down our memories.
The senior high school entrance examination is always complicated and repetitive in my heart. I'm afraid of failing in the exam, and I'm even more afraid of separation. I always hated separation. In the past, my friends went abroad to study and only came back on holidays. On the eve of school, I can't sleep, and then I sink into the internet for comfort. But all good things must come to an end, and we have to part after all.
A few days ago, we got together again. Many people came, and all the "senior intellectuals" in the class came. I really regret that most of our boys went to the nearby electronic center to play video games that day. We should stay with the brigade. Let's have fun and remember everyone.
Now, the results have come out. I'm not crazy. Suddenly I really want to know my classmates' grades, but I'm afraid they didn't rely on them well. How I hope that when autumn comes, we can still rush by on the same road.
Every time I go to QQ, there are many people online in the class, but the group atmosphere in the class is not active, more or less sad; Guys, what's going on? Today is a holiday, we should have a good talk! Our group feels so dignified. Is everyone sad? We should make memories sweet! I really don't want tears to accompany my memory.
I will go back to school to get my diploma in a few days. There should be a graduation ceremony! Many people say that at their graduation ceremony, both boys and girls cried earth-shattering. I wonder if we will "relay" and move to the campus. I don't know if I will be scolded if I don't cry. I haven't cried for a long time. When I grow up, even my tears become stingy.
For the last time, I must walk through this school and write down every corner of it. Favorite basketball court, track and field where we run together, small park, trees whose leaves have been swept by us, sleepy teaching building, doors that have been in and out countless times. ...
Composition 4 when I graduated from the third grade was busy. Did you look up at the sky and see the stars twinkling? In an instant, I put my blessing on him, and on a lonely night, let him give my blessing to you. I can't avoid the joys and sorrows of life, and your choice makes you and me miss it again. Parting makes me cherish it more. You and I have the same feelings, which is the evidence of friendship. Miss, leaving a long lament, I hope miss, like the color in the air, will always be brilliant. ...
A slight breeze passes by, bringing bursts of chrysanthemums, and a trace of sadness passes in your eyes. Look at each other in pairs. Drops of tears draw a beautiful arc, and the golden leaves are thick, bearing my friendship. Yellow, the in the mind have unspeakable taste. Friendship is swallowed up by time and flows away like water. It is time to leave.
I know all things must come to an end, but your departure is really unacceptable to me. Remember the night before we left. You and I sit on the lawn and count the stars in the sky. You told me not to be sad. You said you would make a kite in the distance, and it would carry your thoughts of me. How high the kite flies means how much you miss me. I smiled. I told you, I will be the most inconspicuous star in the sky. Among the countless stars, I want you to find me and understand that I miss you. That night, you and I parted in tears. When I left, I had a smile on my face, because I didn't want to say your disgusting blessing. But I'm crying in my heart.
You and I made a vow to be together forever, but in the end he didn't realize it. Since that parting, you have become an eternal memory.
Indeed, there are too many deep feelings and vows in the world, but they are so vulnerable in the face of parting.
It was cruel to leave him. No one dared to face him, but he had to face him. He is like a knife, cutting off our friendship, but you and I will always be heart to heart. Parting has no such word as love in his dictionary. He never slackens, only knows how to finish the task.
There is a helpless figure at dusk, what she is waiting for. Who's that? That's me, my friend. Will you come back?
When you were busy, did you look up at the sky and see the stars twinkling? In an instant, I put my blessing on him, and on a lonely night, let him give my blessing to you. I can't avoid the joys and sorrows of life, and your choice makes you and me miss it again. Parting makes me cherish it more. You and I have the same feelings, which is the evidence of friendship. Miss, leaving a long lament, I hope miss, like the color in the air, will always be brilliant.
Every time I think about this, 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?
What a heavy word about the composition of graduating from Grade 6 in Grade 3! Once, I thought graduation was liberation and liberation. But what about now? I graduated, but the taste is very different. What does it taste like? Is it bitter? No. Is it sour? Are you unhappy? No. Do you like it? Not exactly. What is that? I don't even know what it feels like.
Holding a cup of freshly brewed strong tea, sitting on a wooden chair by the window, watching the drizzle dancing with the wind outside the window, let my thoughts dance with the drizzle outside the window. ...
This is a season with flowers and grass. We walked into this strange class with a childish smile and started our junior high school life. This year is another season of flowers and plants. We walked out of this familiar class with the face honed by junior high school life and started our own lives. We graduated.
How many times I wish I could graduate quickly, and now I graduate, but I am disappointed, and my heart is not just a smell. Maybe it's bitter, because it's hard to be separated from my classmates. Maybe it's sad, because I left the class that I have been with for three years. I wonder if you will remember this touching lesson in the future? I feel sour. Maybe it's music, because I feel a little happy to be admitted to my ideal school successfully. Maybe I am happy. I feel a little happy to meet new classmates again. possible ...
Once again, I opened the preparation materials, and my heart was filled with emotion. I feel very sour when I touch the information full of notes with my hands. As soon as my nose is sour, tears fall into my mouth, which is very bitter, really bitter. ...
Now that I think about it, three years is very short, but looking back, the road is tortuous. Some are dull, but they are happy anyway. But now, after graduation, what will happen without friends?
Graduation tastes like a broken kite. Wandering in the sky alone. Although it was wide in You Lan that day, the disconnected one was different and had to fend for itself.
Graduation tastes like a cup of bitter coffee. Although you can add some sugar, it still makes people haggard. The past cannot be traced, and the cold wind blows. ...
Dear students and teachers,
Hello! We will graduate in nearly a month. We have been together for three years, from not knowing each other to not saying anything, to fighting, and the three-year friendship will always be remembered with the word graduation. However, we may meet in high school!
I remember when we first started school, we knew nothing. Now we have a deep affection for this school, and every place has our memories. I still remember that when we were in class together, someone would be found by the teacher and stand outside as punishment, and others would secretly laugh there. Maybe that's our innocence. Since the first semester of junior high school, there was a new head teacher, that is, our current head teacher, Miss Li. I remember that when she first came, she conquered us with her fluent classroom and serious expression. In her class, we dare not say a word or look at her casually. When we see her after class, we will instinctively lower our heads and dare not look at her. Maybe this is the teacher's strength, but maybe it is Li's strength that makes us so good now.
I'm graduating soon. Every grass and tree in the school, every teaching building, a desk and a chair in the classroom and a huge playground are full of memories. I still remember when we first went to physical education class, we played chicken-catching games on the playground. At that time, we all thought that the PE teacher was a man, but I didn't expect it to be a female teacher, but she was still serious when she should be serious, just like we are treating Grade Three now. Every class is serious, always like this.
After graduation, we will meet different schools, different classes, different teachers and classmates, but please remember our current love and friendship between teachers and students and make it our most precious memory.
Composition about Graduation In the graduation season, graduation is lonely. Yilan's pen and ink is based on flowers and the moon, while the dream lock poem * * * Haitian-inscription.
With fragrant leaves and petals, the dance is dark and bright. Some people say it's the charm of spring, but I don't expect the arrival of spring, it's not a pleasant talk of spring, but it's a farewell in itself. Time flies, tenderness is like water, and the past is sad, which can't resist the decline of the fleeting time. As beautiful as flowers and jade, I can't stand the relegation of the years, and in a blink of an eye, I am covered with tears in the side corner. It once gave me the warmth of the palm of my hand, but it also erased my deepest eternity, and I couldn't pick it up. Whose youth has disturbed the years, whose youth. Whispering awakened the dawn.
It is also the flower season and graduation season of the year. In the world of April, bachelors are elegant, dressed in literature and art, square hats are symbols of knowledge, and elegant taxi suits are the color of wisdom. We all wholeheartedly leave our elegant faces to the warmest pictures in the university. This year, we graduated, cheering, hugging, running, looking up at the blue sky and staring for a long time, as if we all have endless words and endless love, because nothing is purer and better than the feeling of this blue sky in the past years. We played with each other, hugged each other, and exchanged proverbs before leaving. Stop at Confucius Icon, Lover Lake, Library, and look back at only one young and frivolous.
In this hurry, how many times have we missed turning around and looking back? For an unforgettable acquaintance, how many times would we rather miss a dull encounter? That melancholy mood, that lofty figure, and that past, how much I want to graduate with you and attend the graduation ceremony together, and tell you gently that I am willing to go through every flower season with you. When people grow up, they hate the water flowing eastward, and dare not speak loudly, for fear of shocking the world.
Another graduation season, I think of you, but I am used to the rainy season without you, but my heart has not stopped. Now, they form a polygonal star with their fingers to witness their memories. I said softly, "It's another graduation season and another graduation silence."
If there is a memory that makes you happy, I am willing to look for it with you; If there is a relationship that you will never forget, I am willing to listen with you in my voice.
After graduation, I will be separated from my classmates who have lived together for three years. At this time, my heart is very heavy. Because in the three years of junior high school, I had a wonderful time.
In the three years of junior high school, there are happy things and unhappy things. After the last lesson of English in the senior high school entrance examination in the morning, I happily went to play with my classmates for a while.
I'm going to attend the graduation ceremony at the Workers' Cultural Palace in the afternoon 12: 40. This time, I finally got together with my classmates who have lived with me for three years. I have a feeling of being reluctant to part.
At one o'clock, I went to the Workers' Cultural Palace and met my classmates. The first thing to do after getting together is to chat, and there are more or less some topics about how the senior high school entrance examination is conducted.
1 around half past ten, we started to enter the arena. When we entered the venue, applause rang out at the venue, which made me feel happy and gratified. I can also get applause and blessings from my brothers and sisters after graduation. I seem to get the warmth of a big family.
At about two o'clock, the graduation ceremony officially began. The first item is to sing the school song. After singing the school song, the vice principal and two other teachers began to read out the list of graduates and other awards.
After reading the list of graduates and winners, the students' representatives, graduates' representatives, class teachers and principals of Class 3, Senior Three spoke.
I didn't remember the main content either, because I was thinking about the memory from junior high school to before I left. Therefore, I didn't pay attention to the content of the speech.
After the graduation ceremony, the performance will begin. This year's graduation performance is my last time. After today, I won't have a chance to watch it.
During the performance, I more or less missed my life in junior high school for three years, and also remembered the scene from admission to graduation. I feel the warmth of this big family.
This performance made me unable to forget my junior high school life and made me want to go back to the moment when I first entered school.
I thought a lot at the end of the performance. Why didn't I cherish the good times of junior high school for three years? I feel a little sorry to think of this. If I had cherished these three years, I wouldn't have said these words.
The performance is over, and now we really have to say goodbye to our alma mater and teachers. Here, I wish the teachers good health and smooth work, and I wish the alma mater of junior high school more and more prosperity.
I wish the students good grades and good high school. I also wish my schoolmates to study hard and master this wonderful junior high school life.
The composition 10 about graduation from grade three is already in midsummer. Every day in Wan Li is either cloudy or sunny. In this case, my heart will follow the sunny day.
I said goodbye to the teacher after the last class. I tidied up the messy desk, took away the things that should be taken away, said goodbye to the students with big bags on their backs, and finally looked around the empty classroom before closing the classroom door. I can't help feeling lost inside. It seems that there are too many things left here. I can't take them if I want to.
I closed the classroom door, and with a few creaks, at that moment, my heart suddenly stung, and I suddenly remembered the word "Youth is over".
Walking down the stairs slowly seems to me like counting the stairs and entering the classroom when I first came, ignorant, simple and even naive. But with the passage of time, the stairs are getting longer and longer on the fourth floor and the third day. But the mood of childhood is gone, and the heart of childhood is gone forever. And all this has become the yellow pages in my mind. I know, I ..
The last class is to say goodbye to the teacher.
The last exam is to say goodbye to school.
The last person to leave is to say goodbye to his classmates.
The last step is to bid farewell to 30 1.
Walking on the path leading to the school gate, I can't forget the figure of studying hard here in the past; I can't forget the joy of speaking here in the past; I can't forget the pleasure of being hired on this pitch in the past.
On this parting occasion, we are still reluctant to go, walking on the campus path, counting the stairs in the classroom, and our hearts are full of sweet memories.
At this moment of parting, we still have a thousand words. Take a look at the headmaster's white hair and touch the teacher's chair. My cheeks are covered with hot tears.
When my foot stepped out of the school gate, I suddenly realized that I was no longer a member here. But it may not be permanent, but it is not instantaneous.
Although these three years in junior high school are insignificant compared with three years in senior high school and four years in college, how precious and satisfying these three years are for our children!
Goodbye, my friend!
Goodbye, my teacher!
Goodbye, my school!
Goodbye, my third grade!