As soon as I think of tomorrow, I will bid farewell to the beautiful campus and the teachers and classmates who live together day and night, and I will feel a deep attachment in my heart.

I still clearly remember that six years ago, we snuggled up to our parents and walked into the campus with longing for the school and admiration for the teachers. The grassy playground, the quiet classroom with bright windows, innocent classmates, amiable teachers and textbooks with ink fragrance are all so touching.

Six years of study and life is more like a colorful picture. Every morning, we step into the school gate facing the morning sun, and our laughter suddenly ripples on the campus that has been silent all night. Morning exercises began, and we lined up to enter the playground. Neat movements and vigorous posture are really a bit of military spirit! When the bell rang, we hurried into the classroom. In class, we listen attentively, read passionately, like others, just like seedlings, enjoying the sweet spring flowing from sales. Writing at noon 15 minutes is our compulsory course every day. In elegant and relaxed music, we paint famous cards in red. From those characters, we feel the profoundness of China culture. The extracurricular interest group activities twice a week are particularly popular with us. At this time, we rushed to our favorite places: some studied computers, some rehearsed chorus, some went out to sketch, and some made specimens.

Six years have passed and we are growing up healthily here. We learned a lot of knowledge and skills, learned how to be a man, and felt the joy and happiness of childhood. Alma mater, alma mater, these are the spiritual wealth you gave us, how can we forget! Dear teacher, looking back on the course of six years, every achievement of ours embodies your hard work and sweat, and every progress of ours cannot be separated from your help and guidance. It is you who meticulously taught us all kinds of knowledge in class, you who participated in the activities of the Young Eagle Holiday Team with us, and you who used Sunday to look up information in the library to guide our science and technology team to make small inventions. After working day and night, your forehead is covered with wrinkles, and the dust of chalk has dyed your hair white. However, nothing can change your love and infatuation with education, and nothing can change your forever young and creative heart. Teacher, teacher, you set an example for us with your words and deeds. In my mind, you are an angel, a tree and an ocean.

At this parting moment, dear teacher, we want to send you a song, so that you can listen to our hearts when you are at rest. We will put a poem like fire under your pillow, so that you can feel our fiery heartbeat in your sleep.

Strolling in the beautiful campus, the saplings we planted by ourselves have now grown into small trees. Dear students, at this parting moment, let's fertilize and water the young trees again. When these small trees grow into big trees, when we become the pillars of the motherland, we will go back to our alma mater, visit our teachers and say, Teacher, we have not failed your hopes.

Thank you, mom.

From birth to growth, there is one person who helps himself the most, gives the most love and has the best intentions, and that is our beloved mother. The birth of every child is a painful test and challenge for many mothers. The growth of every child is a difficult beginning of a mother's life.

Everyone's mother has her own way of loving her children, including strict love, encouraging love, cordial love, obvious love and hidden love ... My mother's love for me is unknown love, which is reflected in small things.

I remember it was another summer day. The wind seemed to be scared away by the sun, and even the clouds disappeared without a trace. I came home from my teacher's house. My mother didn't pick me up by bike as usual, so we had to walk to the station and go home by bus. The station is far from here, so we have to walk some distance to get to it. On the way, I felt sweat running down my hair, flowing over my face, DC flowing to the ground, and my lips were very dry. It seems that not only I am hot, but also the willows on the roadside are drooping their heads and chirping "cicada-cicada" in the trees. Suddenly, a chill came over my face. It turned out to be a cold drink shop. "Mom, I want to buy an ice cream." I looked at the soda fountain and couldn't help saying. "Then buy one." Mom agreed, and I bought an ice cream that was still cold. "Mom, aren't you going to buy one?" I asked my mother, and she said it was too cold and my stomach was upset. I insist that my mother take a bite. It's cold, but she just won't eat it. There are times when the thigh can't beat the arm. Finally, at my insistence, my mother only took a sip. The food she eats is sweet and fragrant. Looking at my mother, I feel my eyes are a little blurred and I want to cry. Come to think of it, since I started learning piano, my mother has been frugal every day and never spent a penny more. For my future, my mother has paid too much. I won't let my tears flow, for fear that my mother will find that I can't eat the ice cream in my mother's hand.

It's still hot, but I'm not hot at all, not because of the coolness brought by ice cream, but because of my mother's love.

Mother is a sacred role. I think my mother is like an angel sent by heaven to protect me. She raised me with love, educated me with her heart, and pinned all her good hopes on me. And I, how can I repay my mother? Money, status, rights, studies … are all material satisfaction, which can never repay my mother's love for me. A little respect

Wonderful paragraph: it was a math class, as usual, but my class was so difficult that I was always condemned by my conscience ... because I left my math book at home that day, the first class this morning was math, and I was so anxious.

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It was a math class, the same as usual, but I had such a hard time and was always condemned by my conscience. ......

That day, because I left my math book at home, the first class this morning was math. I'm running around like an ant on hot bricks. What should I do? What shall we do? Well, we have to borrow it from other classes, which are on the sixth floor opposite there. However, it happened that the Chinese teacher called me at this time, which was terrible. I have to go to the Chinese teacher first, but it doesn't matter if I don't go. Once I went to the teacher's office and was locked up to help her with her homework. Well, it seems that I can only wait until I die.

When the bell rang, I trudged into the classroom and lay prone on the desk, thinking about how the teacher would scold me if I found that I didn't bring my book. The more I think about it, the more I get scared. I was a math class representative at that time, so I must have added to the crime. At this time, XX found that I didn't bring my book, so he asked me, "Li Yang, why didn't you bring your book?" "Well, I'm dead." He touched his head and said, "Why don't I lend you the book?" Pass me the book. "So, what would you do?" He smiled. "It's okay, you can go to class with peace of mind." I accepted the book with gratitude. Ah, XX, you are really my savior!

The math teacher is here. Let's take out our homework and check it. Everything is going well. Fortunately, I am relieved and grateful. Then the teacher suddenly turned to XX's classmates, "XX, why didn't you bring your book today?" What is this? " I froze. What if he did? The eyes of the whole class turned to XX. "Teacher, I ... sorry, I left it at home, so ..." The teacher looked at him and wrote me a review this afternoon! Help me copy all the formulas in the math book, do you hear? "Well," I saw XX's classmates crying. At this time, my heart hurts. He must be very wronged. Maybe I can help him explain it to the teacher. But because of vanity, my idea was dismissed, but my conscience kept asking me, "I think I did the right thing?" "That class was so long and difficult that it was finally over. I walked up to the classmate and said, "Do you hate me? I'm sorry you were scolded by the teacher. " "Nothing, I told you, I lent you the book voluntarily. You don't have to feel guilty. Remember this book next time. I can't stand copying formulas anymore! " He smiled, and I saw his smile hurt my heart even more. How nice he is!

Shall I copy the recipe for you?

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Thank you, classmates.

One thing happened in the classroom.

A class is like a big family, and anything can happen. It happened a few days ago.

I was writing calligraphy in calligraphy class that day. Suddenly I heard a bang, and I found it. It turned out that Ding Jiele's ink was knocked over, and the ink tray fell on Xu Xiaxia next to her, dyeing her white pants black. Then I thought, wait and see, there will be another big fight.

I looked at Ding Jiele and he bowed his head shyly. Xu Xiaxia looked at the trousers dyed black and burst into tears. At the moment, the classroom is quiet, and all eyes are focused on them, as if waiting for a fierce quarrel.

I only heard Ding Kaile say, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "Hum! I spilled ink on others and said I was sorry. Why not pay attention earlier? " I don't know who inserted this sentence, and the classroom was in a mess at once. Some said Ding Jiele was wrong, and some comforted Xu Xiaxia. ...

There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the classroom, but after a while, all this changed. I saw Xu Xiaxia stand up slowly and said softly, "Never mind, just wash it. I don't blame Ding Kaile. Everyone was stunned. I looked up and the door creaked open. I saw two people walk out of the classroom. ...

This incident made me realize that students should understand each other and tolerate each other. Only in this way can we live a happier life.

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1 1 years ago, it was you who brought my little life into this world, and since then there has been a bright little star in the bright starry sky. In the long growing process of 1 1 year, you spent my golden childhood with me. Wherever you go, there are your gentle eyes; No matter what you do, you have words of encouragement. Now I am a fifth-grade pupil. Every time I look back, I seem to see the growth track of 1 1 years covered with flowers. How many times have you moistened my young heart with spring breeze and rain-like love …

I was a naughty child when I was a child, which caused my mother a lot of trouble. My mother always silently supported all these troubles for me. Even that time, she didn't complain at all. That day, I climbed up the newly-built shed and happened to be met by my mother who came back from shopping. See me climb so high (about two tables are stacked), and call me down at once. I waved to my mother to show that I was fine, but I had a trouble that my center of gravity was unstable and the whole person "flew". Before I passed out, I saw my mother holding me in tears, and then I lost consciousness. In the dim light, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She was calling me to wake up! So, I opened my eyes and found myself in the ward. "Oh, dear! It hurts! " I gave a cry subconsciously. Obviously, my forehead was stitched several times.

Huh? Mother fell asleep in the chair. I was about to bend over to look, but my mother opened her eyes. Scared me, my mother's bright eyes were full of bloodshot, and her black and shiny hair was actually added with a lot of white, making the whole person look thinner. "all right! Finally woke up, hungry? " Until my mother's concern sounded in my ear, my nose was sour with shame and guilt, and tears kept falling like broken beads. Seeing me like this, my mother thought I had something to do and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Is there anything wrong? " I shook my head, hugged my mother and cried, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" " "At that time, my mother didn't say anything, just smiled and seemed to contain some charm.

Dear mom. Ruthless years have left a mark on your cheek. Now, you are 36 years old. You will never forget the happy childhood you spent with me. We laugh and cry together. But those good days are gone forever, and they will be treasured in my memory treasure chest forever. When one day I open my memory chest again and recall those good times again, I will never forget you-my dear mother, you left my life in the world and you gave me meticulous care. Mom, a daughter who loves you will say to you, "No matter how cruel the years are, our love for each other will never change. I will grow up one day. Maybe when I grow up, I will hold your warm hand again. Maybe it is already a pair of wrinkled hands. Do you remember the past? Your daughter will always love you and like you, and will never change. "

It is you, my dear mother, who sent me out of my home and onto the track of life. If in the long growth journey of 1 1 year, without your considerate care, your encouraging eyes, no.

Good luck. How can I thrive today? So I want to say to my dear mother, "thank you, mom!" "

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