Hello, teacher. Time flies in front of me forever. Time is as handsome as lightning. Five years have passed, like clouds. I am in the sixth grade. I miss primary school life; Let me be infatuated; It gives me endless aftertaste. Now, our classmates' life is only one year. When we think of the past, we can't help feeling a lot.
"Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." In a blink of an eye, primary school life is coming to an end. Looking back on the unforgettable primary school life, I really miss it. In my primary school life, many things happened, just like shells. Some are dazzling, some are dark.
Knowledge and character will always be the beacon in my heart. Because of you, the world will be so beautiful, because of you, my life will be so colorful!
The teacher couldn't restrain his feelings and said in a trembling voice, "You are going to graduate and leave …" Yes, you are. We will bid farewell to our beloved teacher, leave our beautiful alma mater and walk out of the sky-blue school gate that has been in and out every day for six years.
Childhood memories are like a string of pearls, and each pearl is a beautiful memory. One of the whitest and brightest pearls recorded my first skiing experience.
Time flies, unconsciously, six years of primary school life is about to pass in a blink of an eye. The school with a long history at the foot of Yandun Mountain is my alma mater. There are trees here, books here, and this is the cradle of our growth. Here, we left many childhood footprints and many happy laughter. How unforgettable primary school life is! These six years of primary school life are fresh in my memory, and I can't forget them. I have lived in primary school for six years, and today I am a graduating class student. In two months, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for six years. My primary school life makes me full, happy and unforgettable.
Unforgettable primary school life
Time flies, years are handsome, and five years are like clouds. I am in the sixth grade. I miss primary school life; Let me be infatuated; It gives me endless aftertaste. Now, our classmates' life is only one year. When we think of the past, we can't help feeling a lot.
My alma mater has only a short year left, in these thousands of days. I am like a seedling, like a grass, like a seed. Under the careful care and irrigation of a "gardener"-a teacher, I thrive and grow into a tree. In the future, I will repay my motherland, my alma mater and my teacher. Listening to the teacher's repeated exhortations, listening to the teacher's repeated teachings, and relying on the mutual help and encouragement of our classmates, our classmates grew up together. Our reading sounds still seem to reverberate in the class, our laughter still seems to linger on the playground, and we play in the campus. In every corner, we have left unforgettable memories. The past is vivid, and the memory is still in my mind.
I have gained a lot under the guidance of my alma mater teacher. I got a lot of friends and good advice and new knowledge from teachers, which made me a good student with knowledge and courtesy. I left many unforgettable memories in my alma mater, and there are also many good memories. The most important thing is to get the best education and a compass for future life. But now I don't have much time at my alma mater. I suddenly look back, looking back at the past, as if urging my teachers, encouraging our teachers, and the lovely campus have all disappeared from the songs we sang. I don't know when, we became big brothers and sisters in the school and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.
Looking back now, I feel that the teacher's teachings, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still lingering in my ears. Grasp the last year in my alma mater, look at the lovely campus and the teachers who have taught us, and encourage the students to cherish the last day of blind date.
All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. I will always remember my teacher's encouragement, be an upright China person, and remember that tomorrow Sambo will be proud of me. Ah! Beautiful campus, how much joy and enlightenment you brought me, I will never forget.
Unforgettable primary school life
Time flies, unconsciously, six years of primary school life will pass in a blink of an eye. The school with a long history at the foot of Yandun Mountain is my alma mater. There are trees here, books here, and this is the cradle of our growth. Here, we left many childhood footprints and many happy laughter. How unforgettable primary school life is!
I remember when I was in the first grade, it was parents' open day, and many parents came into our classroom to listen. This is Miss Huang's Chinese class. She asked us to read the first 17 lesson "Autumn", and we read aloud. Watching, I began to lose strength, so I took an eraser from the drawer to play and put the book on the table. I thought the teacher wouldn't see me play. I played and looked at the teacher, who glared at me. I even forgot to put my eraser in the drawer and started reading with everyone. After class, Mr. Huang took me to the office to talk and criticized me for deserting in class. Suddenly, I felt not only regret, but also shame …
Another time, in an open English class in Grade Two, Mr. Chen asked me to come out to the podium and sell fruit in English. I proudly walked to the podium. Not only did I pronounce English words incorrectly, but I didn't know the teacher was angry. Teacher Chen called another student to perform. The teacher suddenly stopped being angry and was still laughing. After class, the teacher gave her classmates a small red flower, but I didn't. At this time, my face turned red and I bowed my head in shame.
These six years of primary school life are fresh in my memory, and I can't forget them. I have lived in primary school for six years, and today I am a graduating class student. In two months, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for six years. My primary school life makes me full, happy and unforgettable.
Unforgettable primary school life
Time flies, years are handsome, and five years are like clouds. I am in the sixth grade. I miss primary school life; Let me be infatuated; It gives me endless aftertaste. Now, our classmates' life is only one year. When we think of the past, we can't help feeling a lot.
My alma mater has only a short year left, in these thousands of days. I am like a seedling, like a grass, like a seed. Under the careful care and irrigation of a "gardener"-a teacher, I thrive and grow into a tree. In the future, I will repay my motherland, my alma mater and my teacher. Listening to the teacher's repeated exhortations, listening to the teacher's repeated teachings, and relying on the mutual help and encouragement of our classmates, our classmates grew up together. Our reading sounds still seem to reverberate in the class, our laughter still seems to linger on the playground, and we play in the campus. In every corner, we have left unforgettable memories. The past is vivid, and the memory is still in my mind.
I have gained a lot under the guidance of my alma mater teacher. I got a lot of friends and good advice and new knowledge from teachers, which made me a good student with knowledge and courtesy. I left many unforgettable memories in my alma mater, and there are also many good memories. The most important thing is to get the best education and a compass for future life. But now I don't have much time at my alma mater. I suddenly look back, looking back at the past, as if urging my teachers, encouraging our teachers, and the lovely campus have all disappeared from the songs we sang. I don't know when, we became big brothers and sisters in the school and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.
Looking back now, I feel that the teacher's teachings, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still lingering in my ears. Grasp the last year in my alma mater, look at the lovely campus and the teachers who have taught us, and encourage the students to cherish the last day of blind date.
All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. I will always remember my teacher's encouragement, be an upright China person, and remember that tomorrow Sambo will be proud of me. Ah! Beautiful campus, how much joy and enlightenment you brought me, I will never forget.
Unforgettable primary school life
Time flies, unconsciously, six years of primary school life will pass in a blink of an eye. The school with a long history at the foot of Yandun Mountain is my alma mater. There are trees here, books here, and this is the cradle of our growth. Here, we left many childhood footprints and many happy laughter. How unforgettable primary school life is!
I remember when I was in the first grade, it was parents' open day, and many parents came into our classroom to listen. This is Miss Huang's Chinese class. She asked us to read the first 17 lesson "Autumn", and we read aloud. Watching, I began to lose strength, so I took an eraser from the drawer to play and put the book on the table. I thought the teacher wouldn't see me play. I played and looked at the teacher, who glared at me. I even forgot to put my eraser in the drawer and started reading with everyone. After class, Mr. Huang took me to the office to talk and criticized me for deserting in class. Suddenly, I felt not only regret, but also shame …
Another time, in an open English class in Grade Two, Mr. Chen asked me to come out to the podium and sell fruit in English. I proudly walked to the podium. Not only did I pronounce English words incorrectly, but I didn't know the teacher was angry. Teacher Chen called another student to perform. The teacher suddenly stopped being angry and was still laughing. After class, the teacher gave her classmates a small red flower, but I didn't. At this time, my face turned red and I bowed my head in shame.
These six years of primary school life are fresh in my memory, and I can't forget them. I have lived in primary school for six years, and today I am a graduating class student. In two months, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for six years. My primary school life makes me full, happy and unforgettable.
Unforgettable primary school life
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, after six years, I will graduate. Life in primary school is so wonderful and reluctant, and now we have to go our separate ways.
I am about to graduate. In these two thousand days, we are like a seedling, watered by the teacher.
It seems that there is the sound of us reading in the classroom, playing on the playground and laughing in the school circle. Every step, we left unforgettable memories.
We have gained a lot under the education of our alma mater. We got many friends and gained a lot of new knowledge, which made us polite students. We got a lot of good memories and unforgettable past events, and also got more compasses for dealing with people in the future. But we are about to graduate now. Looking back, we seem to be urging our teachers and encouraging them, as well as the lovely campus, to disappear from our songs. Moreover, I don't know when, we also became big brothers and sisters on campus and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.
Now that we are about to graduate, the teacher's teaching, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still ringing in our ears. Let's take a look at my last few days at school, the lovely campus, teach our teachers, encourage our classmates and cherish the days we spent together in these last few days.
All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. We will always remember the teacher's education and be a successful person.
Years are like songs, and six years of primary school life is like yesterday's clouds, which is really beautiful; Just like a cup of bitter gourd juice-bitter with sweet. ...
My teacher, my classmates, my classroom and my desk are unforgettable: they accompanied me in my six-year primary school life. No matter the ups and downs in six years, or saying goodbye to my classmates affectionately on graduation day, I walked out of the school gate and my legs were filled with lead: goodbye to my alma mater!
The tug-of-war competition in grade six made me realize the true feelings between teachers and students, the most sincere love between teachers and students. Everything in the past has not diluted my memory. I clearly remember that day-65438+February 5, when I first entered the classroom, I was greeted with a warm atmosphere. Four words are written on the blackboard: unite as one. Students' cheeks are like tomatoes-their blood is boiling. I understand that all this is caused by the teacher's "fanning the flames". When it was announced to go to the playground, everyone got up and ran to the playground with "brushes", and then the first game was the tug-of-war competition that our women's team had been waiting for for a long time.
There is an indescribable excitement in our hearts. Everyone stared at the glittering prize. The teacher's expectation of us has become the motivation in our hearts, and we are eager to win the first prize. "Shh-"The whistle sounded and we were ready. Everyone blushed and tried their best. At the same time, the teacher cheered for us loudly, and the students of Class 605 also cheered for us. Rope, rope, you have to fight for our breath! Teachers and students are exhausted, we must win! What a "God helps those who help themselves"! We finally won the first game. The next game, the most important one, became more and more intense. When we were about to win, the referee actually called us a foul. We were speechless, but in the next competition, we finally won the first place with practical actions, and a thousand words turned into tears.
The men's team failed, but the teacher always encouraged us and gave us confidence. That game has become a permanent memory in my mind.
Thinking of the unforgettable six-year primary school life, I can't help asking my former teachers and classmates; You guys okay?
Unforgettable primary school life
Memory is a long river, full of bitter and cheerful tears, weaving colorful dreams, like a clear spring, flowing into my heart. When I opened the floodgate of memory, there were many unforgettable things, but the most unforgettable thing was my six-year primary school life, which was my happiest day.
I remember when I was a little boy. Since I entered my alma mater, it was the hard-working gardeners of my alma mater who trained me to be a sensible and good student and made me grow sturdily. It is my kind classmates who let me know about friendship and sharing happiness ... I spent most of my childhood on campus, which is full of childlike interest and vitality. I still remember that spring, the campus was filled with thick grass and flowers. After discussion among the teachers, we decided to organize a spring outing in the suburbs. The news spread like spring breeze. Hearing the good news, there was a sensation in the classroom and it exploded like a frying pan. The students cheered and looked forward to tomorrow. After school, the students called friends and discussed them in twos and threes. Members of our group held their own words, and finally decided to split up: some bought drinks, some bought dry food, and some bought fruit. I trotted home and asked my father for money to prepare something for a spring outing with my classmates. When everything is bought, everyone will take some home. I can't sleep in bed at night. I am excited at the thought of tomorrow's spring outing. The departure time finally arrived, and the students set off in a neat line. Along the way, the students ran like rabbits, and the whole team was noisy, even though the teacher was crazy. Because it is a suburb, all kinds of wild flowers bloom along the way: those with names and those without names; Gorgeous, pale yellow, scattered in the grass, blinking like eyes. Many students can't help reaching out to pick some flowers-usually, you can't pick flowers on campus. Now, when we come to nature, there are many wild flowers and weeds. We really enjoy bringing flowers to ourselves, which we didn't even think about at school, but now it's easy to get, which really drives us crazy. At the destination, the students set up stalls in various places and looked at the delicious food they brought, which was dazzling and varied, making people salivate. After a big meal, we get together to play games. Some of us went to the river and watched the stones floating on the water. We were as happy as swimming on the water ... it was getting late, and then we lined up to sing home.
This spring outing, let's go into nature and experience the beauty of spring. However, this is just a small happy wave in my magnificent primary school life. I will never forget my primary school life.
Jutai
In life, there are always many people and things coming and going in front of us, but we can't leave any traces. However, there are always some things that will remain in my memory forever, along with the happiness and sadness I once had. Even after a thousand years, when I open the yellowed pages, I still feel as cordial as ever. ...
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I still remember that when I first entered school, I carried my newly bought schoolbag, looked at newly developed books, used new stationery, made new friends and started a new life in primary school.
Now, in just six years of primary school, we have changed from naive children to sensible big brothers and sisters. Do you remember? We meet in spring, we meet in hot summer, we meet in fruitful autumn, and we meet in winter. All good things must come to an end. Yes, it's time to part. When I think of the days we used to walk together, it turned out to be so happy and happy. ...
Remember when we walked through military training together in the fourth grade? Standing in the hot sun again and again to practice military boxing, we sweated like rain. Hard work again and again, let us unite as one; Practice hard again and again, let us learn to be strong. By the way, do you remember how to fold the quilt? Folding, pressing, folding and mending, a quilt with visible edges and corners appeared in front of us. Looking at the resolute faces of the instructors, perhaps after some tempering, our will will have the same outline.
After seven days of hard training, we finally returned to the quiet campus for many days, and the sound of reading in the past resounded through the campus again until one day two years later:
Do you remember the last day of primary school? The school let each class organize the last get-together, which also put an end to our primary school career.
The sky is gray, flowers have lost their vitality, birds have lost their cheerful songs, and even pedestrians are unhappy. I trudged into the classroom without the colorful decorations and happy atmosphere of the previous get-together, leaving only my attachment to the past six years. Less joy and blessings in the past, more sadness and disappointment.
When the music of "Auld Lang Syne", the last program of the get-together, started, the singer was no longer more than a dozen students on the stage, and everyone's reluctant emotions poured out, singing "Auld Lang Syne" attentively! Everyone cried, and so did the teacher. She said, "All good things must come to an end. Today, we have to be apart. Maybe in a few years, we will live far apart and see you again. Anyway, as long as our hearts are together, we will always be a family! "
I accidentally opened the drawer, and graduation photo was still lying there quietly, with my attachment to primary school life, my disappointment with my good friends and my yearning for primary school teachers. ...
Time flies, five years have passed in a blink of an eye. Yesterday, I was just a freshman. Today, I have to say this sentence with tears in my eyes: "Goodbye, alma mater!" " "
My alma mater, you made me change from an ignorant urchin into a young pioneer with ideals and ambitions, and you led me into the boundless ocean of knowledge. Alma mater, you linked me with my beloved first teacher, and you made me make so many intimate partners.
During my five-year primary school career, I learned a lot from my first teacher and got a lot of happiness from my friends. Alma mater, you taught me to love my motherland, be diligent and honest. Thought of here, my heart a little more fear, a little more attachment. I am so scared that I can't play and laugh with my classmates in your arms. I'm afraid that the teacher's inculcation can't supplement my mind. I'm afraid of ... my alma mater. I really want time to stay at this moment and let me enjoy the warmth in your arms again.
Alma mater, how many memories I left in your arms. I remember the sound of our reading, the teacher standing in front of the blackboard on the podium and writing carefully, I remember playing on the playground with my friends, I remember ... dear alma mater, although your classroom is not big and your playground is not wide, although your equipment is not advanced. However, I don't dislike you at all. I still love you deeply, because you have taught us a lot of knowledge and a lot of truth. It is how many pillars of the country you have cultivated and how many useful talents you have created. You have done meritorious service!
Dear alma mater, I want to say goodbye to you. Can I look forward to your future? Ten years later, I went back to my mother. The classroom is spacious and bright, with advanced and high-grade equipment, and the campus is full of green. How wonderful it is!
Dear mom, I wish you all the best. May you be full of peaches and plums. I wish you become a famous Sanjin school. Oh, no, you have to go out of Shanxi and go to China!
Goodbye, my dear alma mater!
When I left my alma mater ...