Diary: Goodbye Primary School 1 Senior One is the beginning of middle school students' life and the entrance to the middle school garden; It is the starting line for flying dreams; This is the fork in the road in the rainy season. This year has a lot of joy and a lot of pain. I'm a little sad to see the seniors and sisters in senior three leave.
Class five, grade one, was identified as a bad class by the teacher at the beginning of school, and there was no style of study. Now, not bad! We worked hard to make great changes. Although there is little learning atmosphere in our class, most of them are lovely and optimistic.
Example: classmates always make a lot of jokes when fighting! I just walked into the classroom and was hit by a UFO! "Who murdered me?" I shouted, this scene in front of me. . . Stunned! I was a little at a loss when two classmates actually came to blows. Should I stop it or let them? . . There was a "white light" before I made a decision. The classmate on the right stared at the classmate on the left, showing that the classmate on the left was already sweating. I can see that the classmate on the left "plays" a weak role. Without saying anything, the assassin kept running after the emperor. Just as the assassin was about to use his unique skill, he was stopped by the Royal Guards in time. In a rage, the assassin waved his hand and screamed like thunder all over the school. It turns out that Wang Daren was dumped by an assassin. "How to help stop people will be assassinated! ! "The camera fell on the assassin, and he made another move. He just tried to run over and dropped his shoes. . . His face turned red at once. Laughter thundered again! This time, he tried his best. I don't know where there is a sound. "There are assassins! Come on, escort! " The whole class burst into laughter again, only to react, it turned out to be Chen Gonggong.
Goodbye, my first day! The next day will be better!
Diary: farewell to primary school 2xxxxx year x month x day x week x weather x
Today is Saturday, although it is an ordinary day, it is a very important day for me, because today I have to pull out my tooth, which is also the anniversary of my eighth tooth loss.
Get up early in the morning and go to the remedial class. It's already half past twelve after class. After lunch, I was taken to the stomatological hospital by my parents with a feeling of breathlessness. When the doctor went to work at two o'clock, we hung up and walked into the dentist's office. As soon as I entered the door, a thick familiar smell came to my nose. I walked quickly to a doctor who was seeing a dentist and looked at him with an anesthetic needle in his hand. The needle is three or four centimeters long, so I feel a fear of admiration. I can't help but think of a plot in a TV series: a doctor with anesthetic in his hand. So I call it "Killing hidden weapons". Thinking of this, I couldn't help shivering and ran outside to queue up for an equal sign.
Long time no see. Why hasn't it come to us yet? I can't help asking my mother. Mother smiled and didn't answer. Although I am in such a hurry, I am actually afraid, which makes me think Defoe's famous saying in Robinson Crusoe is well written: the fear of danger is more terrible than the danger itself.
As the pager called my name, it finally came, finally came, and nightmare hell finally came. It's my turn The doctor looked at my tooth and said, "It's inflamed and rotten." I was shocked at once. How can it rot? No way. Are you going to give me a knife? No way, no way. Just thinking about it, I saw the doctor pointing at me with an anesthetic needle and saying, "Children, put on anesthetic. First pull out this tooth and eliminate inflammation." I nodded hard. The anesthetic really hurt, but it didn't hurt at all when I pulled out my tooth. In fact, it was only a few minutes, and it didn't hurt. I just scared myself.
After pulling it out, I don't feel anything. I went home with cotton in my mouth, but I couldn't eat anything until the anesthetic passed. It's another three-hour long wait. I'm hungry and growling. I hope my ninth tooth can "retire" gloriously and don't let me suffer.
Diary: See you in primary school. Time flies. Six years of primary school life will soon pass, but the friendship between our classmates has built a thick heart wall. It's sad to be separated soon. A person walking in a deserted street, looking at his vague shadow under the street lamp, felt a little sad. Alas, all good things must come to an end. I always comfort myself like this.
The wheel of time quickly retreats, turning over heavy classmate records and seeing familiar names; Precious blessings; A string of intimate phone numbers, I suddenly went back to the past, and lovely faces emerged in my mind: naughty XXX, lovely XX, talkative XXX, versatile XX, kind teacher Qian, kind teacher Wang, humorous teacher Feng, and ...
"Oh, let's go for a spring outing! By the way, please call the teacher! " Listening to the students' plans, I am both happy and sad. I am very happy that on that day, we will get together and spend the whole day happily. Sadly, after that day, we will be separated, and it will be difficult to meet again, or even never.
Thinking of all this, I began to regret that I didn't cherish this rare friendship before: when I was a child, I often had conflicts with my classmates because I was not sensible, and sometimes I bullied my female classmates; When I grow up, I will still argue with my classmates because of some trivial things, big and small, and even fight because I can't control it for several times. ...
Now I finally realize what friendship is and what friends are. They will never die. When you open the immortal classmate record again in the future, you will feel deeply happy!
"Di! Dee Hey! " Oh, which classmate chatted with me on QQ again? Go and have a look.
Diary: Goodbye Primary School 4 Today, the sports meeting will be over, which is the last day of the sports meeting.
Today, I am one of the athletes, and my heart is very excited. When we arrived at the softball game, we started the game. 3 1 17、37 10 …… 4428! Is 4428 there? "I am!" Is it my turn? I thought to myself. When I was walking on the court, I was scared and nervous, because I was afraid that I couldn't shoot well. Just when I was nervous and scared, I missed. I am very sad now, because I was eliminated. After a while, I silently thought: I must practice every day next time, so that I can enter the top six and participate in the finals next time.
I walked from the basketball court to the playground in disappointment. "come on Come on! " The cheers of my classmates rang in my ears and I ran to the cheers. I think Luo Zhiyun is playing on the playground! I immediately put my troubles behind me and cheered for Luo Zhiyun. Luo Zhiyun first surpassed three opponents, then Class 3 (2) took the lead, and then Luo Zhi Yunhe and Class 3 (9). This game is really close. Finally, Class 3 (2) is coming to an end, and Luo Zhiyun overtook her and won the first place.
The last event is the high jump. Dai Shilin, the "flying man" in our class, jumped over, but Xu Wenhao was not very strong. He didn't jump over and was eliminated. In the final, because the "flying man" in our class didn't run well, he fell upside down while jumping, which made our class laugh. The "flying man" in our class won the first place, and our whole class was proud of him.
The sports meeting ended in our laughter, but I don't want it to end. Goodbye, sports meeting! See you next time!
Diary: Say goodbye to primary school for 56 years. It's fleeting, as if it were just a blink of an eye. We are going to graduate, and I want to say goodbye to my dear classmates.
How many six years are there in a person's life? I can't forget my classmates who have been with me for six years. At this moment, I want to keep every classmate's voice and smile firmly in mind. I want to say to my teacher, "Thank you."
Someone said, "The most precious thing is childhood." I spent a colorful childhood in my alma mater. There are too many memories left by my alma mater. I have cried, laughed, been sad and happy ... every day is like a story, recording my primary school life. I hope I didn't graduate, I hope I can continue to study in the same classroom with my classmates ... but there are countless unsatisfactory things on the long road of life.
My alma mater is my starting point, and I will fly high in the future sky. We are young eagles, and our alma mater is an endless sky. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to exercise. We are small flowers, and our alma mater is a big tree. We thank our alma mater for blocking the storm for us. We are grass, and our alma mater is sunshine. Thanks to our alma mater for nurturing our growth. Alma mater, we want to say goodbye to you. Even if we have Qian Qian in our hearts, we must wave to you.
The teacher is a diligent gardener, caring for the flowers of this motherland without regrets; Teachers are candles, burning themselves to illuminate others ... there are countless such words. Teacher, I want to say that you are our guide, taking us to the temple of wisdom and the peak of wisdom. Teacher, you are like our mother, teacher, and sincerely say, "Thank you."
Students, we are about to graduate, please fly higher and farther with each other's wishes. I will always remember you.
When I graduated, I remembered a song: "Looking for childhood memories, opening my diary and seeing my past. Listen, familiar voice, lingering in dreams, innocent heart in childhood. I am in a fairy tale ... "
Goodbye, teachers and students. Goodbye, elementary school.