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.
2. Write a composition with an unforgettable topic [1]. In life, we have had many firsts: raising small animals for the first time, planting flowers for the first time, fishing for the first time ... These firsts are like footprints, printed on our growth path.
What I remember most clearly is that I watched the geese fly and found the reason. I remember that day, when the autumn was crisp, I was lying in the field enjoying the surrounding scenery. All of a sudden, a flock of wild geese formed a "human" shape and passed over my head, heading straight for the south.
Wow, how spectacular! I looked at it stupidly. Why are they arranged in herringbone? A question flashed in an instant.
I hurried home to consult my grandfather. He smiled and praised me for asking a good question, and patiently told me that geese usually fly in a zigzag or zigzag way when they fly south. There are probably several reasons. One is flying in formation, which is uniform and not easy to fall behind.
If it flies around, it will fall behind. If it falls behind, it will be difficult for it to fly to the south. The other is that when you meet an enemy, you can quickly spread out to avoid being hurt by collision. Arranged in a "herringbone" shape is the best.
I'm afraid the third is the main reason. They have to fly a long way, which is difficult to do by their own physical strength and needs unity and cooperation. So they fly in the shape of a "human", and the head geese flying in front flap their wings to generate an updraft next to them, and the geese slightly behind can use this updraft to slide in the air, so that both sides are labor-saving.
Avoid other geese flapping their wings and wasting energy. They passed one by one, so that they could finally fly to the south by relying on the strength of the group. Ah! I didn't expect "Flying Goose" to contain such a profound truth. I threw myself into my grandfather's arms, lost in thought ... Yes, the wild goose gave me a profound revelation: in life, we will encounter the test of failure every moment, but only those who dare to struggle are the ultimate winners.
In a desperate situation, as long as we are United, we can see a bright future; In the cold of ice and snow, as long as we are United, we can usher in a warm spring breeze; In the vast sea, as long as we are United and brave the wind and waves, we will definitely reach the other side of victory ... Let us always remember one sentence-as long as we are United and persistent, we will overcome any difficulties in life. [2] Life is a bumpy road.
On this road, we have been pursuing the vastness of the blue sky and yearning for freedom. The most unforgettable thing for me should be letting go for the first time.
Please let go of those hands that hold me, we have grown up. We should learn to be independent, learn to live by ourselves, learn to create a world of our own with our own hands, and experience everything my parents have done for me.
That social practice really made me feel the pain of independence and giving up. The first time I washed clothes, the running water seemed to be full of everything our parents had done.
The water is transparent and clear enough to see through the hard work my parents have paid for me. Those little moves can't be realized without real feelings. Wipe the neckline, where the stains are concentrated, then wipe the cuffs with soap, rub them hard and wash them twice until they are clean.
I suddenly realized how independent it is to climb the peak. Washing dishes for the first time.
On that day, I was on duty with No.4 student to wash all the bowls, and the bubbles seemed to reflect the bowls and sweat washed by my parents. Bubbles are transparent. I saw my parents' hands full of vicissitudes, but what I left behind was the gentlest touch. I saw my parents' tired waist, but I left a straight back.
Suddenly realized, how can we still get the love from our parents? Comb my hair for the first time. Growing up, my mother combed my hair every day.
In seven days of social practice, the taste of combing your hair is really hard to bear. In the fine hair room, I slipped past my mother's sight of combing my hair.
Smooth your hair first, then comb it flat from top to bottom, wrap it around, put it away slowly, and finally tie it up. I suddenly realized that every little gesture at ordinary times is my parents' concern and love for me.
An activity taught me to be independent and do things. In any case, I will hold up a sky with my hands, create the future and repay my parents.
I will never forget these unforgettable first times ... [3] The first time, I will never forget you. "Life is like running water. Only when you encounter a reef can you inspire beautiful waves. " Indeed, this famous saying tells the true meaning of life.
More than ten years of life journey, such as "running", has aroused waves again and again in my growth. These waves are ever-changing, so beautiful, and at the same time they have made so many firsts in my life.
At that time, I understood the true meaning of "thinking about change if you are poor". Because I was sick, I was lying in bed feebly. The night was quiet and I could only hear the ticking of the wall clock.
At this time, my mother came back. Seeing that I was so ill, she took me to the hospital at once. On the way to the hospital, my mother and I took a bus. On the bus, my mother let me lie in her arms to make me more comfortable.
Suddenly, I felt something fall and my face was wet. So I opened my eyes with difficulty. Ah, it turned out that my mother touched my hot forehead and cried sadly.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and at the moment I shed them, my mother's love ran through my body, and my heart was so warm. When this wave stirred in my heart, I even thought it was too late. How can I feel my mother's love? Is it the first time that my mother cares about me? This is definitely not, I know best.
Another time, I learned a profound lesson because I fell in the rapids. My academic performance has always been excellent. I shed tears when I got my report card for the first time. Looking at the incredible 88 points in mathematics, I have a lot of thoughts.
Who is to blame? I thought I was confident before the exam and put math aside. Hey, it's all pride, that bad habit that keeps pestering me.
"Pride makes people lag behind", a well-known truth, I verified it for the first time. I believe this is the first time I have made such a mistake, and it must be the last time.
Some people always sigh that time flies and they get nothing and know nothing, and life is empty and tasteless. Maybe they don't know that there are no bystanders in life. This is a promise in life.
The title of the composition is an unforgettable thing. That was in the first grade. After school, the teacher assigned an assignment: copy it three times for a long time and write it silently. I'm really confused. What is dictation? "Ding Lingling ..." After school, my mother waited at the door of the classroom for a long time. I quickly finished copying my homework, packed my schoolbag and went home with my mother.
When I got home, I copied it three times at first, and then it was time for dictation. I asked my new mother, "Mom, what does dictation mean?" Mother casually replied, "Dictation means not reading the writing." After that, mom went to wash clothes. I don't understand, thinking: don't write quietly, don't write with your eyes closed, it must be crooked, and the homework assigned by the teacher is so strange! I closed my eyes and began to write, but I was still afraid: Will the words be crooked? I also open my eyes from time to time, and then I just open my eyes and write. After a while, I finished writing and my mother's clothes were washed. My mother saw me playing and asked me, "Did you write it from memory?" I answered my mother falteringly, "Yes, I ... I wrote it with my eyes closed." I'm afraid my mother will find me writing with my eyes open. But after hearing this, my mother didn't find anything, just laughed out loud. "what! Dictation doesn't look at writing, don't close your eyes! " "ah? That's it! "
I can't help laughing when I think about it now.
The topic of composition is an unforgettable thing. Today, on my way home from school, I saw a man looking for something in the garbage bin from a distance. I think it's strange.
When I looked carefully, it turned out to be an old woman. Her hair is gray, her face is wrinkled, she is dressed in rags, and her hands are searching in the trash can. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face. It turned out that she found some empty soda bottles. I think: a few empty soda bottles are only worth a few cents. At her age, she should live comfortably at home, but she is picking up garbage in such a dirty place. Her family must be poor. She is so poor!
I'm sorry to see it. I gave my grandmother the breakfast money my mother gave me. My grandmother said to me, "You are really a filial child, thank you!" " "I said quickly," you're welcome! "I went home with my bag on my back.
I was in a good mood on my way home because I did something meaningful today.
The topic of the composition is the most unforgettable. 1. The dribs and drabs, stumbling and scenes in life ... I believe there are things worth remembering and moving ... Walking into the corridor of time, browsing through the photo albums of life and reliving the moments that once touched me. ...
At the end of the scene, now it will be because people will be deeply immersed in that touching net ... touching the softest corner of their hearts and evoking infinite memories. ...
At the beginning, from easy to difficult, from less to more, from simple to annoying ... that experience always has a process, which is deeply imprinted on it and indelible ... from immature to mature, I am no longer that naive little girl (naughty boy) ...
Finally, I grew up all the way, and now I look back at that journey, walking all the way deep and shallow ... all of which made me grow up.
When I was a child, there is a sharp contrast now. Immature innocence, mature understanding, naughty innocence, cautious hiking ...
[14] The feeling of growing up in the end is not quite the same as before. In contrast, it seems that the sign of maturity has been painted with a bright color. ...
At first, I understood the truth. It is a person, no, it is a sign that a good child should have. ...
Finally, I reviewed my previous ignorance. I really should reflect on myself and be a reasonable person ... no, I'm a good boy.
At the beginning, in my XXX (six years of primary school, growth, half life, etc. ), a lot of things have happened. Whenever I look back at the past in the dead of night, I can remember it vividly. The XX (unforgettable, happy, sad, etc.) one. ) things are nothing more than ... (what do you want to write). Every time I think of it, I will ... (Think of someone, realize something, etc. ).
Although it has been XXX (so long, months, days, etc. ), whenever I XXX (see someone, hear something, see something), I still think of ... (what I want to write). This unforgettable event always reminds me of XXX (telling, flogging, warning, encouraging), ... (the theme of your writing).
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When I was growing up, I experienced many things, which echoed in my mind like ship pages. They are like shells on the beach, some are "radiant" and some are "ugly". One thing I will never forget is an ugly shell. Whenever I do something wrong, I think of him.
The long road of life is bumpy and hard. What happened is like countless stars in the sky, but what I can't forget most is.
Everyone has many unforgettable things in his life. Maybe it's childhood memories, maybe it's growing pains, maybe it's the story of first love, maybe it's a special encounter, maybe it's an unexpected surprise, maybe it's a tragic encounter. ...
However, for me, the most unforgettable thing in my life is ...
In my six-year primary school life, I experienced many things, most of which were forgotten with the passage of time, but only one little thing left me an unforgettable lesson.
Although it has been a long time, it has left a deep imprint on my mind. What to do in the future, every time I open the photo album and see that photo, I feel fresh in my memory.
I have experienced many things, ups and downs, just like the stars in the sky, some are dazzling, some are colorless, but one thing is the most unforgettable.
Friend, what can't you forget? There must be, and I am no exception. exactly ...
When I was (), an unforgettable thing happened to me. It seems that it happened yesterday, and I still remember it vividly.
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This matter has always been in the deepest part of my heart. Today, I stand up and want to put my confession and regret in a bright place to illuminate my heart.
Writing a composition topic is an unforgettable thing. In my life memory, many stories happened. Some are happy, some are angry, some are sad, some are wronged and some are unforgettable. What makes me feel wronged most is this matter.
One Friday after school, I came home and saw my brother watching TV. I just sat there and watched it. While we were watching TV, suddenly, the TV was turned off with a bang. We looked up and it turned out to be mom. I thought my mother was angry, so she didn't dare to say anything and wanted to sneak into the room. Mother asked, "Who ordered so many programs on TV on demand?" I have to pay more than 200 yuan for this! " I knew nothing about it and shook my head; Brother's expression is very unnatural. I'm sure my brother did it, but I'm afraid I've wronged a good man. But I didn't expose him, but he came to hurt me and said to his mother, "Mom, I know who did it, it's my sister!" " "My mother looked at me angrily and said," It was you! How can you be so ignorant! ..... "Very not easy to stay up until the evening, dad came back. I told my father what happened by accident. Dad listened, calm face. Suddenly, a slap came at me. Dad said angrily, "I learned to lie when I was young." "If you do it, you will do it and refuse to admit it." Tears came out of my eyes, and I cried and said, "why don't you believe me?" Why! " With that, he ran into the room. Finally, my brother admitted that he did it, but my parents refused to admit that they were wrong.
Although it has been a long time, I can't forget it, because this is my most wronged thing.
7. Composition "Unforgettable What" An unforgettable teacher
During my short study career, many teachers have taught me. Some of them are humorous, some are knowledgeable and some are polite. However, what impressed me the most was Mr. Wu Xiaoping, the head teacher of grade four.
I remember when Mr. Wu first came to our class, as soon as he stood firm, he drew a portrait of a person on the blackboard and said to us, "Students, this is my name." We were all surprised to hear that, so we quickly observed it carefully. Unexpectedly, there is a mystery in this seemingly simple portrait: the girl's left ear is replaced by the word "Wu", her nose is covered by the word "small", and her right ear is "flat". Oh, the new teacher's name is Wu Xiaoping. Everyone is talking about it. After class, Miss Wu asked us to write an article about her self-introduction. Usually, everyone gets a headache when they hear about "composition", but this time we are handy. Teacher Wu also explained while the iron is hot: "This is because you observe carefully and get fun from it, so it is logical to write a composition."
I remember the first time I took the unit exam, my grades were not satisfactory. After school, Mr. Wu called me to the office to analyze the reasons why I didn't do well in the exam and said to me, "Your foundation is not bad, but your handwriting is not accurate enough." There is no hook in the hook, and the place that should not be hooked is chaotic. " I was a little dissatisfied after listening to it, but I had to admit in my heart that the teacher was right. At this time, the teacher said to me earnestly: "son, don't underestimate this 0.5 point." There are so many students in the city, sometimes because of this 0.5 point, hundreds of them are behind. " What's more, once there are many typos, the deduction can be more than 0.5. Maybe you will think I am careful, but we must pay attention to these little things and pay attention to the little things in life, so as to do things well. "I think what the teacher said is very reasonable, so I did as the teacher said. Sure enough, I will never deduct points for a typo again, and my composition will be improved accordingly.
Dear Mr. Wu, you are like my first teacher, giving me knowledge and teaching me a lot about being a man. Teacher Wu, although you have only been with us for a short year, we have a sincere feeling. Dear teacher Wu, I will never forget you.
One of the most memorable teachers.
From childhood to now, I have met countless people like twinkling stars in the sky, but these people have gradually disappeared from my mind with the passage of time. But there is one person I will never forget. She is my former Chinese teacher, Miss Yang.
Once in a Chinese class, the bell "Ding" rang for a long time, but Mr. Yang, who is usually the most punctual, hasn't arrived in the classroom yet. Everyone is in a hurry. Some naughty boys are looking out from the window sill. Suddenly, someone shouted, "The teacher is coming!" The students immediately ran back to their seats and sat up straight. At this time, the door of the classroom opened, and the teacher hurried into the classroom, put down his textbook, said sorry to his classmates and began to lecture. I looked at the teacher's thin body and sweaty cheeks, and a stream of heat rushed to my heart. Teacher Yang's lecture voice is getting lower and lower, and sometimes he leans on the platform with one hand. She is very pale and has little red dot on her forehead. Is she sick? I saw the teacher go out with a bottle of medicine during the break. Before long, he came in again and put the medicine back in his trouser pocket. Continue to teach us in the second quarter.
After school in the afternoon, Mr. Yang also asked several students with poor grades to stay and help with their lessons. You see, Mr. Yang speaks so carefully that he seems to have forgotten his illness. It was not until six o'clock that Mr. Yang left school with a tired body.
At this moment, I can't help thinking: Mr. Yang, you have quietly contributed in your ordinary post, watered us with hard sweat and cared for our growth. I will repay your love and concern with excellent results, and I will never forget you-Teacher Yang.
8. Write a composition about the unforgettable first time. We all go through many firsts: the first time we are alone at home, the first time we take an exam, the first time we cook, and the first time we sleep by ourselves. . We have experienced too many firsts, but what impressed me most was the silence for the first time.
The moment of silence was a prayer for the compatriots who suffered in the "5. 12" earthquake.
On May 12, the prosperous, prosperous and peaceful Wenchuan, Sichuan, was covered with an unforgettable black veil in the earth-shattering noise; At that dark moment, everything was in ruins. Thousands of students are buried under the ruins, and countless parents are calling their children's names by the ruins. People showed great courage in the face of disasters. The compatriots who died did not give up hope of survival. Although death is approaching step by step, they are still fighting the disaster tenaciously. The uncles and aunts of the rescue team worked day and night to save one more person, and even knelt down to save one more child: "Please, let me save one more." At this time, although weakness has been injected into their bodies; In order to save the child, the mother under the ruins did not hesitate to protect the child with her own body. . The touching scenes and people's spirit in the face of disasters are really earth-shattering and tear-jerking. ..
A week has passed and the whole country is praying for our Sichuan compatriots. At the moment when the air defense alarm sounded, bitterness and suffering came to mind at the same time, and all the sadness of the past seven days also came to mind. I can't get rid of those touching stories and the grieving figures of my loved ones. Three minutes is too short for me to bless all my compatriots, but I firmly believe that everyone's prayers will definitely touch the sky, and everyone's prayers will definitely double the spirit of the uncles and aunts of the rescue team.
It is unforgettable to observe the silence for such a long time for the first time. I hope this is the last time.