"Why did six years pass so fast? It was just a moment. Ah ~ "I silently sigh. In the past six years, the students in our class are not very harmonious, and occasionally quarrel and bicker. Even I said, I don't want to be in this class anymore. But my feelings can't deceive myself, and my heart can't be separated from every teacher and classmate. After all, we have been together for six years! The friendship between classmates will never change in my heart. Every student knows in his heart: they have been friends for six years, these teachers, these students!
Now many students have started to write alumni records, just to keep that little thought. Fortunately, I can still remember that strange but familiar face when I pass by in the future. I often say in class: I don't want to graduate! ; I really hope that everyone can be admitted to a class in a school. ; I can't live without you! Lao Li! ; Work hard together and get into a school! ; Don't cry, we'll meet again! Wait for the sound. Everyone knows it won't work. After all, it is unlikely to happen.
From the first grade, my mother took my tender little hand to Class One (1). Staring blankly at the strange faces in the classroom. Up to now, the familiar faces of Class 6 (1) are good friends holding hands side by side. Six years later, the whole class can recite each student's name and student number backwards. How many years have passed in between!
As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Although we will part now, we will meet again in the future. Entering junior high school doesn't mean that all my friends in primary school will disappear. It's only temporary Years later, I may forget the faces of my classmates and teachers, but I won't forget you. I always have this class and these classmates in my heart!
Chapter 2: Don't give up your feelings after graduation!
Time is like running water, gone forever; Time flies; In a blink of an eye, all this seems so fast, from unwilling to go to school to full of feelings for the school! Over time, it aroused my reluctance to give up the school I was tired of! In the past six years, I have grown from an ignorant child to a graduate who is familiar with 300 Tang poems. Every progress, every footprint, every laugh and every cry have been preserved intact by my alma mater, so that I can't bear to give up her!
I still remember when I first entered primary school, I was so strange to everything here. It was my alma mater that opened my heart and let me live here for six years. I also intentionally or unintentionally ruined her face, but she didn't hold a grudge, and still welcomed me with open arms every morning, allowing me to play and laugh heartily! How broad her mind is and how noble her heart is! I want to say "I'm sorry!" But more, I want to say, "I will definitely come back to dress you up!" " "Alma mater, the alma mater where I have lived for six years, it is easy to say goodbye, which contains my love for you! How deep and thick! Sorry, it's hard to give up!
I still remember that six years ago, I was always timid in class and never dared to raise my hand to speak. I am a teacher, encouraging me again and again, teaching me again and again, leading me back on the road, accompanying me through the bumpy road, and spending a lot of effort and sweat on me ... Now, teacher, I want to say "take care!" But more, I want to say, "I will definitely repay you!" " "Teacher, teacher, the teacher who has educated me for six years, say goodbye!" "It's not easy! Our friendship with you is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.
In the past six years, Liuquan, teacher, my love for you is growing day by day; In the past six autumns, my love for you is getting stronger every day! Now, we will face separation and enter the middle school classroom. We expect, but more, our love for you! How to express it?
We will part, we will leave you! At this moment, a thousand words in my heart turn into one sentence: alma mater, teacher! We love you, and we will never forget you!
Article 3: How reluctant I am to write after graduation.
The days of the sixth grade in primary school are getting less and less, and the mood is getting more and more painful. I feel really sad at the thought of breaking up with my classmates who have been together for many years. My classmates and I spent six happy years here. Under the careful care of the teacher, we finally grew up and are about to enter middle school. Our teacher is like a beacon, guiding us forward. Although we all graduated, she urged us to continue to work hard to write a brilliant chapter for our future and make contributions to the country in the future. Farewell to my alma mater, vaguely remember the day when I first entered school. At that time, I often chased and played with my friends.
I was so naive and ignorant at that time. Even so, everyone in our class is very kind to me. They accompany me when I go to school; When I am lonely, they make up jokes to make me happy. Now, it's really hard for us to divide things. I will never forget the good times with my classmates. Say goodbye to your alma mater and never forget the blackboard in the classroom. Because no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, teachers always write the most touching knowledge with that white chalk, and the lines are so perfect; That skill is so exciting; Words are so touching; This legend is so vivid ... teachers have cocoons on their hands, and their hair has stars and white light, but they are still happy to write and draw, as if that is their greatest pleasure.
Say goodbye to the blackboard. Farewell to my alma mater, I can't forget the small desk that accompanied me for six years. That's because its small area is surprisingly concentrated on the biggest thoughts: we will hide behind that pile of books and gossip, we will take a nap behind that pile of books, we will post a famous aphorism on the desk, and we will finish one problem after another on the desk ... The desk is small and boring, but it is the best furniture in my six-year primary school life. It witnessed my growth, my maturity and my life. All good things must come to an end. Students who have been together for six years in primary school are about to part ways. Looking at my alma mater, which has nurtured me for six years, I often say excitedly, "Alma mater, thank you for cultivating me."