Excellent composition in the sixth grade of graduation 1 graduation is imminent. Six years will soon pass, and the last sand in the hourglass will fall out. We often say that graduation is far away, but we will soon go our separate ways. Please remember that we are in the same class.
That summer, the whole class sat around the lawn and cheered for the class athletes. That winter, everyone actively made suggestions for the campus reading club and fought for the class. That year, we ran for the campus.
In the classroom, the sound of fans, writing and turning pages seems to have become a habit. These voices will not stop, and the pace of our study will gradually accelerate and never stop. We gradually learned to be silent and cherish time like gold. The pressure of study makes us breathless.
A few months later, it was another crazy summer. We are about to graduate. I still remember when I was a child, we ran around the campus with red scarves. I still remember that every time the monitor told everyone to be quiet, someone would sing the opposite. I still remember that the blackboard that I couldn't reach had to be padded with chairs. We can't wait for summer to come slowly. When the headmaster said it was the shortest semester, all the other grades were cheering, but we didn't make a sound.
I'm afraid I'm not used to it without your class. I'm afraid I will habitually turn around and find that it's not you sitting there. I'm afraid I'll accidentally pass through the corridor and never see you again. I'm afraid there's a lot of noise around, and none of it is from you. Reality tells us that we still have to separate. When salty liquid gushes from our eyes, when we reach out to hug others, only parting is in front of us.
Slowly, we developed a tacit understanding. We knew whose notebook it was at a glance, and the whole class just laughed. As time goes on, we are constantly changing. I want to go back to the naive time and do it again. Time always flies by. Our joys and sorrows in the past six years have been preserved by a thing called memory. Every time I see a name and write a word, I am recording the passage of time. Time, can you walk slowly? I want to see those friends together again. Time, can I ask you to look back and see how beautiful we are?
I am already a graduating class student. In a few months, I will be separated from my classmates who live together day and night, and from my warm alma mater. Think about the past six years at school, I am so happy, I am so happy. In class, we study together; After class, we play together on the playground. Although there have been tears and sadness, they are always happy and beautiful!
Every night, I have some dreams. There have been mixed feelings of sadness and joy, but most of them are dreams of parting from classmates, almost every time. ...
On the school playground, students' eyes are full of crystal tears, like dewdrops rolling on vegetable leaves in the morning, but they are restrained by our strong "children". Although we didn't shed tears, we all know in our hearts that after separation, we rarely see our former classmates except for class reunion. We took the opportunity of school to talk for a long time. Finally, the school was cleared, and the school counselor told us all to go back. We don't want to be apart, we just want to keep this moment. But we had to listen to the nurse and wave goodbye reluctantly.
When I got home, I sat in my chair and thought quietly: If only I could return to the first grade of primary school! I can play games with my classmates freely, but what we are looking for is not to run around on the playground, but to find happiness in playing with my classmates.
Every night when I want to sleep, I have a lot of thoughts: when I go to junior high school, I don't have so much time to play together, because there are many subjects and homework; In junior high school, you can't study in the same classroom as your former classmates. When I was in junior high school, I couldn't think with my classmates who had been together for a long time.
I will study hard and get along well with my classmates in the next few months. At least I can regard these happy times as good memories in my mind.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am already a primary school student in grade six. In more than a month, everyone will leave the real primary school and the lovely alma mater. Six years of primary school life, although not smooth sailing, is also very substantial. In these six years, we have tasted the ups and downs, and finally made many good friends in these six years, but we are a little reluctant to part. I feel scared at the thought that I will live and study in a strange environment again. I feel sad at the thought that I will live without friends again.
I still vaguely remember that on the first day of Grade One, Mr. Xue stood on the podium and greeted his classmates' parents. I was so scared that my heart jumped like a rabbit. Looking around the classroom, every classmate is so strange that I don't know what to do at the moment, so I have to stand alone by the corner of my skirt …
No one would have thought that it was such a class that eventually became a United, friendly and warm family. The students are like brothers and sisters, but at this time everyone is going to graduate and leave Class 6 (3). Everyone realizes that time has passed in a hurry and will never come back, so they cherish this beautiful and short time even more. Once, everyone swam freely in the ocean of knowledge and played freely on the flat playground. However, six years have passed in an instant, and everyone is going to separate. How can I be calm?
I am about to graduate, and I have a lot of disappointment in my heart. I am reluctant to part with your campus, your classroom, a desk and a chair in your classroom. The last thing I want is your teacher. I am deeply impressed by your serious lessons and kind eyes. In the past six years, you have not only taught you the knowledge in your textbook, but also taught you the truth of being a man. I hope this will be the last time. Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, dear students. Goodbye, my alma mater who raised me for six years!
When all the yellow leaves are gone, the last semester of my primary school has arrived. At this point, my heart is full of nostalgia and reluctance. Thinking that three months later, we will be separated from our alma mater, classmates of six years and teachers who love us as parents, our hearts are always sour and astringent.
Every bit of the past five years is deeply imprinted in my mind: we shed tears for the failure of the tug-of-war competition; We once rejoiced for the average class score of first place; We have been worried about the injury of our classmates; We are moved by our heartfelt words and deeds ... whether we laugh or cry, we all advance and retreat together.
The last semester of primary school is also a semester of speeding up and sprinting. Although the school has just started, the air seems to be filled with the smell of gunpowder, and it is faint and uneasy. The unprecedented challenge-graduation exam, has been approaching step by step. But I believe that as long as we redouble our efforts and study hard this semester, we will definitely be admitted to our ideal middle school.
We grew up gradually. We should get rid of childishness and welcome this most important semester with a mature mind. In this semester, we should get rid of our previous preconceptions and carelessness, because these will affect the effect of our study. "Junior high school", these seemingly simple words, is an important turning point in our lives. As long as we go all out and achieve ideal results with a good attitude, there is nothing to regret in our study!
In the last semester of primary school, the vegetation remained the same, but things changed. Today, we are not as lazy as before, we are more mature, more United and work harder towards our goals!
May this beautiful time never be dusty, and may the beautiful friendship never be diluted by the tide of time. ...
New semester, last semester, come on!
Six years ago, when I entered primary school, I was unfamiliar with the new group. I have always wanted to graduate since I found that primary school students have a lot of homework. Therefore, I get a psychological relief and feel happy. But on graduation day, I felt a little different. ...
It was a sunny day, the sun was shining on the earth, and birds were singing happily on the branches. My mood is also very happy, because today we graduated. We came to China Southern Airlines Science and Technology Museum to perform, and we have practiced this program to the point where we can't be familiar with it. I only have two programs, and I can only watch them with disdain. It should be because of the emotional input in the performance and the unforgettable photos shown by ppt in the past six years, but I still can't help but remember how much laughter the whole class gave me. A person's sunset is not beautiful, because you let me know the joy and happiness of childhood. At the thought of leaving you tomorrow, I will feel a deep attachment in my heart, and a trace of acidity will reverberate in my heart. I was very sad, but because of the machine shooting, I had to smile at the camera with a little unnatural smile. When I got home, I was so tired that I lay on my desk, trying to hide my tears with a smile. But just can't laugh, but let the disappointing tears seize the opportunity and desperately flow out. I can't control it anymore. My father sighed when he saw me and said disappointedly, "Jiang Shun, you are a boy, even if a girl cries. What do you look like when you are a crying man? Besides, I just graduated from primary school. When junior high school and high school are separated, you won't just cry. " I think what my father said is reasonable, but the six-year relationship was cut off by cruel fate, and we may not have this fate. At most, you and I are in the vast sea of people, which is a kind of fate.
Students, thank you for your laughter over the past six years. That laughter will reverberate in my ears forever. You should remember me, although you may never see me again, but you should remember me! See you later!
Six years of primary school life is fleeting. After graduation, I will say goodbye to my classmates, teachers and alma mater. Suddenly I remembered the poem "I left gently, just as I came gently". Six years is really too fast. I always feel that yesterday I sang "I am a pupil in Class 1(2)", and today I am a big girl in Class 6(2).
I'm leaving my alma mater! Thank you for providing us with a lively playground, a beautiful environment and a bright classroom. The sky here is always bright and clean, and the sound of books here is always loud and clear. You turned me from an ignorant child into a knowledgeable teenager. You gave me too much. What can we do except be grateful? -study hard and win glory for your alma mater.
It's time to leave the teacher! Thank you for teaching me knowledge and the truth of being a man. Your persuasive eyes, unforgettable teachings and tireless spirit, such as spring breeze and rain, wash my heart. You brought me into the temple of knowledge and the sky of truth. It is you who told me that tolerance is great, gave me knowledge and taught me to study hard and make progress every day. Looking back on these six years, we have three head teachers, a dynamic teacher Wang, an amiable teacher Cao and a strong teacher Zhao. And when I left, there was only one sentence: thank you.
I want to leave my classmates! How can you forget six years together? The love between classmates, the true feelings between friends, the tacit understanding between deskmates and the intimacy between brothers and sisters. Classmate, laugh with you when you are happy; Classmate, help you when you are in trouble; Classmate, smile at you when you are successful; Classmate, it is to cheer you up when you play; Classmate, I was taking care of you when you were sick. I firmly believe that true friends will not be separated!
Today, we are proud of educating people; Tomorrow, Yucai will be proud of us!
I don't know what happened today, but I remembered when I graduated from the sixth grade:
Tomorrow, there will be an exam. After the exam, everyone will be separated, and I am still a little reluctant. In the last class of physical education class today, I asked Teacher Zhu, "Will you still give it to us on the first day of next year?" Teacher Zhu looked sad and said, "Maybe not!" The students were suddenly speechless. Think about it. Teacher Li gave each of us a badge as a souvenir at yesterday's class meeting, and asked us to write down our feelings on paper. The teacher saw it and shed tears, but soon dried it, probably to make us have a good mood. Yesterday afternoon in Class Two, the teacher bought us ice cream to cool us down. Thinking about thinking, scenes come to mind. (︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶65078
Every year in the sports meeting, boys always jump in and strive to win glory for our big group. Look, the awards on the wall are all written. Although everyone is laughing now, there are 1000 reluctant people and 10000 reluctant people in my heart. Usually we always say that boys are boring. However, when our dancing girls' shoes were repeatedly asked to leave by Monkey Sun (a music teacher and our students' common enemy), the boys helped us to ask them ... because of the unity of Class 2, Grade 6, we achieved today's results. Although sometimes noisy, but our hearts are the same. "At that time, the sky was always blue, and the days always passed too slowly. You always say that graduation is far away, and then you go your separate ways ... "I always thought this song was nothing special before, but now I feel like crying.
We have happiness and sadness from grade one to grade six, which we will never forget.
Excellent composition in the sixth grade of graduation 8 wow! I graduated! Of course, this is a primary school graduation!
I have been in primary school for six years. In the past six years, I studied with my classmates and gained a lot of knowledge from my teachers. On August 20th, I will be a middle school student, and now huanghe road No.3 Primary School will also be my alma mater. That wonderful six-year life has also become my wonderful memory. Now think about it, everything is vivid, including the happy appearance when I got the excellent certificate, and the depressed appearance when I held the corresponding test paper with hooks ... If there is no alma mater, how can I learn knowledge? If there were no teachers, how could I have achieved my present achievements? Ah! Dear teacher. Thank you very much. How much thought have you put into us? You think about how to improve our grades every day. You are so tired of correcting our homework that your back aches. Teacher, how can we forget your kindness? Let's grow like saplings until we grow into towering trees, and then repay our alma mater.
Now, I graduated from primary school. In junior high school, there will be high schools and universities. I still remember reading in a book that there are four steps in life, to the effect that the first floor is primary school, the second floor is junior high school, the third floor is high school, and there is no doubt that the fourth floor is naturally a university. Now it's time for me to recharge my batteries and climb the second floor, so I will work harder, correct my shortcomings, be an excellent middle school student step by step, study hard and make progress every day!
Graduation from primary school means a new beginning. In order to let yourself go through the long learning process of junior high school and high school. Work hard! Come on!
One month before graduation, everyone graduated. After graduation, everyone will go their separate ways and try to get familiar with the new environment, new campus, new classmates and new teachers. Everything is novel.
Teacher:
Graduation is coming soon, and everyone is leaving you and this campus. I admit that I am a little naughty, but I don't expect you to remember me and my name, because I know that you have brought countless students. If every student has to remember his name, it must be a great burden for you. Thank you for your education in my primary school life. Everyone will respect your teaching and keep your words in mind. Perhaps, one day in a certain year, everyone will meet on the street or at a certain intersection. At this time, I will run forward, smile and shout sweetly: "Hello, teacher!" " "Although you may not recognize me at that time, you are deeply remembered in my heart. Your busy backs will reverberate in my mind, and your hands that have written countless chalk words will be remembered by everyone. Here, I sincerely thank you: "Teachers, you have worked hard, thank you for your education! "
Student:
Maybe some students don't get along much and don't speak much body language. Even if we don't often talk together, we are still classmates, right? Even some students have been at odds with me. Can you promise me one condition? For the remaining month, let's get along well, ok? No more tit-for-tat, harsh words, but friendly unity and peaceful coexistence?
Those are my best friends:
We are about to graduate, facing endless strangeness and indifference. Maybe we will meet again, but can we still laugh like this? I long for a long-term friendship, just like my sister's classmates and her, even though they are in grade three now. They are not in the same school, but their feelings are still very beautiful, so beautiful that I envy and hate them. Promise me that everyone will be as good as them?
10 the swallow has left and will come again one day. When the willow withered, it turned green again. But my primary school life is gone forever. Looking back, scenes seem to have happened yesterday, and different flavors came to mind on this day.
sweet food
The sweetest thing is friendship. Five years of friendship is rich and mellow. As freshmen, we spent five years with them from acquaintance to acquaintance, and experienced five years of primary school life. How can such friendship not be sweet? We all share happiness, and we all share difficulties. Hey! But the day of graduation came, and my happy primary school life was over.
ferment
The most sour thing is bumps, remember last time. We didn't do well in the exam and were scolded by the teacher. We will feel sad because we don't meet the teacher's expectations. I am very sad that I have failed my parents' painstaking efforts. However, the day of graduation has come. Hey! Sad!
difficult
The hardest thing is to study. For the ultimate goal, for the ultimate dream, we must work hard.
In order to finish my homework, I stayed away from the TV and put down my racket. Animation, watch after the quiz. Have a party. See you after graduation. Hey! Primary school life is really hard. But the fact is-it's graduation day.
fragrant
The hottest thing is criticism. When we did badly in the exam.
Sometimes, we face a storm of criticism. After learning from it, we have no choice but to be grateful and struggle. Finally, the day of graduation came.
Primary school life, let me grow up, ups and downs, let me aftertaste for a long time, unforgettable. Share joys and sorrows. Five years of hard work will pay off handsomely. When I easily draw the last full stop on the paper. I know-my primary school life is over.
Six years ago, we were immature children and didn't know what parting was. Six years later, we will graduate, without the original joy and hope, only the sadness and infinite attachment that can't be calmed for a long time.
Take out graduation photo's green touch and study hard. His keen eyes sweep across the faces of every classmate and teacher, for fear of forgetting which familiar face and unforgettable thing. ...
Back in those days, when I first entered my alma mater, I held my mother's hand and refused to let go. I only heard a sweet and gentle voice in my ear: "Will you let go of my mother's hand?" Come and play with me. "From then on, I let go of my mother's familiar palm and started an unforgettable six-year primary school life with my teacher.
Looking back on that year, wearing a bright red scarf, I gloriously joined the Shaoshao Brigade and swore under the national flag: "I am a member of the Chinese Young Pioneers, and I swear under the national flag ..." When I got home, I blushed and told my mother to show off my experience to my younger children so that they could better win glory for Shaoshao Brigade and our motherland in the future.
From the first grade, he gloriously joined the Shaoshao Brigade, the second grade chorus, and the third grade dance team won the championship in the city; The scenes of the fourth grade galloping on the playground, the fifth grade military training for a week, and the sixth grade studying hard to get into a better middle school are all in my mind, which makes me cry.
I always thought it was so long, but today I have wings; I always thought I was particularly strong, but at this time I burst into tears. Goodbye to the teacher, goodbye to the students, goodbye to the grass in the flower bed, goodbye to the pond with fish hidden under the lotus leaf. ...
That summer, we graduated!
Excellent composition for sixth grade graduation 12! Graduated! We really graduated! With sadness and happiness, we left the primary school where we lived for six years.
Happiness is because we grow up and are about to enter middle school; There is sadness, because I will say goodbye to my classmates who have been playing with me all day and wave goodbye to my caring teacher. Looking back at the primary school that recorded our childhood, I am reluctant to part with you. Six years have passed quickly, and I don't know how many stars are intoxicated in the arms of my alma mater. At this time, how can I erase this inseparable attachment with a wave of my hand?
The big banyan tree next to the playground watched us move from innocence to broader knowledge and watched us grow up on campus. When I left school, I looked at the old banyan tree and remembered that scene: when the weather was hot, every time I went to physical education class, we ran to the banyan tree to enjoy the cool, and the lush branches and leaves of the banyan tree selflessly contained us, driving away the heat for us.
When I didn't leave school, I felt that the school was not good. Although it is also a building, I always feel that my school is inferior. Today, the moment I left my alma mater, I suddenly felt that my alma mater had become bigger and enveloped me in it. That feeling is like leaving my home and going to a foreign land. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of home. Two lines of tears rolled down, not only me, but also those boys who are usually strong, and their eyes were red.
However, everything must come to an end, so we had to dry our tears, wave our hands and walk backwards to the school gate. At the school gate, we couldn't help but stop and look around. Our alma mater seems to be saying, "Go, son, the outside world is wider, show yourself!" " We finally walked out of school with heavy steps. ...
Dear alma mater, no matter how beautiful the school will be in the future, I will always remember you in my heart!
Excellent composition in grade six 13 graduated and entered his alma mater with a vision. Spacious football field, long runway, high basketball stand … but now I don't feel that way.
Walking in the operation, breathing the fragrance of the soil. I remember that autumn six years ago, when I just entered a beautiful primary school ... Autumn was originally my favorite season. Although it left leaves behind, it washed away the dust of this earth and brought me the most beautiful and good start of my life! I continued to wander around the playground, trying to feel this pure concern again. ...
Today, my classmates and I are standing on the big stage of June 1st. We recited: "the school gate of junior high school is waving to us, but there is a tearful smile on his face." I can't forget the teacher's teachings and the laughter of my classmates ... "I thought," Maybe, when the fish leave the water and swim to the sea, their hearts need time to bear it! This is my primary school life, this is my childhood, the best and most beautiful start in my life! "
Yesterday, I listened carefully to Teacher Zhao's class in the classroom. She said, "Students, I am your teacher, but as the saying goes, once a teacher, you will be a father all your life!" " Sure, I can call you mom! However, six years of good time flies, and I have to send you to another mother! Without boiling water, fish always swim to the blue sea ... "Faced with these words of Teacher Zhao, I don't understand:" Why do you want to find another' mother'? Why swim to the blue sea? "But, I can't resist, I can only leave with doubts, leaving what I dreamed of in those years. Love primary school.
Tomorrow, I will step out of this childhood threshold and bid farewell to my childhood. I gave myself a bitter smile, but I felt the salty taste in my mouth, and then I knew that I had shed tears ... It is a girl's nature to cry, but the feeling of crying is long and complicated! It is also difficult for me to judge whether this tear is happy or sad.
After graduation, I will go to a strange school and face strange teachers and classmates. Everything before can only be a good memory!
14 the rain outside the window has been raining, "sand, sand, sand". Please keep your ears open and watch the rainy world.
The breeze is blowing, and the Cinnamomum camphora in summer exudes charming fragrance, but a few dull leaves fall leisurely, which can't help but evoke a faint sadness. Tick-tock, tick-tock ... raindrops hit the window and made a unique sound. The sky is gray and dull. Is this sad for our departure? After graduation, will you still be happy if you leave this school full of golden childhood, the teacher who gave us knowledge, and the friends who laugh and sing together every day? Childhood playmates, the first teacher didn't want to be separated.
I don't know how many growth footprints we have left on the green avenue on campus, how many hearty laughter we have left on the small playground, and how many dissatisfied complaints we have contained in the muddy runway without plastic ... it should be countless! If you want to leave, only you know the forced smile on your face and the disappointment in your heart. The classmates cheered: "graduation, growing up, freedom!" " "The hypocrisy that can be hidden in your heart tells yourself that graduation is true, and you have grown up because you have learned to disguise. How long can the far-fetched joy last? I don't want everyone to see your sadness, but tell yourself to laugh. Why not cry with your friends like everyone else? No tears, no sadness, so that the last time of primary school has no regrets. Let this school accommodate more happiness.
The camphor tree has added six rings, and my childhood is coming to an end. Step into a new school and make more friends. However, I will remember everything here. Dear teachers and classmates, join me, don't be sad, even if it is far-fetched, smile and let our primary school time end in a smile.
Excellent composition in the sixth grade of graduation 15 Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am already a primary school student in grade six. In more than a month, the students will leave the real primary school and their lovely alma mater. Six years of primary school life, although not smooth sailing, is also very substantial. In the past six years, the students have tasted the ups and downs. I finally made many good friends in these six years, but I really can't bear to part with them. The thought that I have to live and study in a strange environment scares me. I feel sad at the thought that I will live without friends again.
I still vaguely remember that on the first day of Grade One, Mr. Xue stood on the podium and greeted his classmates' parents. I was so scared that my heart jumped like a rabbit. Looking around the classroom, every classmate is so strange that I don't know what to do at the moment, so I have to stand alone by the corner of my skirt …
No one would have thought that such a class would eventually become a United, friendly and warm family. The students are like brothers and sisters, but at this time, the students will graduate and leave Class 6 (3). Everyone realizes that time has passed in a hurry and will never come back, so they cherish this beautiful and short time even more. Once, my classmates swam freely in the sea of knowledge and played freely on the flat playground. However, six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the students will be separated. How can I be calm?
I am about to graduate, and I have a lot of disappointment in my heart. I am reluctant to part with my classmates' campus, the classroom, a desk and a chair in the classroom. The last thing I want is my classmate's teacher. I am deeply impressed by your serious lessons and kind eyes. In the past six years, you have not only taught your classmates the knowledge in textbooks, but also taught them the truth of being a man. Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, dear students. Goodbye, my alma mater who raised me for six years!