On graduation day, July 6th was the last day of my primary school life. My alma mater, Putaoshan Primary School, held a grand graduation ceremony for us.
Our fifth-grade graduates are all gathered in the multimedia hall of the school, and the beloved teachers are already sitting in the front row. The slides carefully made by the teacher for us are shown on the screen in the hall. There are pictures of us chasing each other and struggling hard at the school sports meeting; There are scenes where we celebrate New Year's Day with laughter and show our talents. There are also beautiful vanilla gardens, colorful flowers and goldfish swimming freely in the campus. Looking at these scenes, our eyes can't help getting wet.
Then, our head teacher speaks on behalf of all the graduating class teachers. Hardly had the teacher said a few words when her voice choked and tears came to her eyes. He must remember every day we spent together at school, our naughty behavior, and the way we worked together. Class 1, Grade 5 is a United and friendly class group. We work hard on the playground and take the lead in doing our part. In learning, we catch up with each other and strive for the upper reaches. At this time, the hall was very quiet, some students were sobbing quietly, and my tears could not help but rush out of my eyes. After the graduation ceremony, the students returned to the classroom in twos and threes. The students' eyes were red, and some even cried in the corridor. Back to the classroom, the classroom was full of people: some students were lying on the table crying quietly, some were hiding their faces, some were crying loudly, and some were crying silently alone. In the sad atmosphere of parting, I lie prone on my desk, recalling the dribs and drabs from my first entrance to 1 grade to my graduation now. I remember that naughty Liu bought a big birthday cake on his birthday. Our whole class happily shared the cake and smeared cream all over his face. In summer, the drinking water in the class is quickly finished, and the labor Committee always carries the bucket to the fourth floor without saying a word; Our Chinese teacher, who can't see the light because of illness, also wears sunglasses to give us lessons. Our head teacher, Mr. Wang, has paid a lot of sweat and hard work to bring our school-famous naughty class well. In five years, I have never been so attached to school. I always leave school early after class and don't want to stay in school for another minute. It was not until graduation that I discovered that it was too late to cherish the dribs and drabs in school. Suddenly I feel that time flies, just as Zhu Ziqing said in "Hurry": "When washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I am silent, the days will pass before my eyes. I realized that it was in a hurry. When I reached out to cover it, my hand passed. " . Time flies too fast to cover it up.
Goodbye, my classmates; Goodbye, my teachers; Goodbye, my alma mater. Today, I am proud of you, and in the future, you will be proud of me!
I was born strong and never like to cry. I think crying is a sign of cowardice. But on graduation day, I was still crying and cowardly.
Six years passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, six years passed. In these six years, the best thing is unforgettable memories. I gently picked up the graduation commemorative photo and looked at our innocent smiling faces, as if I had returned to the graduation ceremony. . .
"Classmate, congratulations. Graduated! Ok, school is over now. " After Miss Li finished the last sentence in class, we all buried our heads and began to pack our schoolbags. We don't move as fast as before. We packed our schoolbags slowly, then set the stools slowly, and finally walked out of the classroom slowly. Before every winter and summer vacation, boys say loudly and happily, "Yes, it's a holiday!" " Brothers, let's go! "But now, the voice? I stood alone at the back door of the classroom. After the students left one by one, I looked blankly at the once noisy but now deserted classroom, thinking of us reading ancient poems aloud, actively answering questions, scrambling to check the questions for the teachers, and chatting and playing after class. . . Those scenes are so beautiful, but they have become memories that can't be returned, and they can't be grasped.
I was walking home with some classmates. I tell jokes, sing loudly and try to make myself happy. I don't want to embarrass my friends, and I don't want to make the scene very bad.
Arriving at the door, I picked up the key and opened the door as usual. The house is quiet and empty. I picked up my graduation photo and sat on the sofa. Looking at those tender smiling faces, the four characters "Class Two, Six Years" appeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help thinking of a sentence that Teacher Li often told us: "Remember, we are Class Two, Class 05, No.3 Middle School, and this is forever 3052." Tears slipped from the corner of my eyes unconsciously. I can't go back. I can't even go back. Once 3052, once a good memory. Students of 3052, do you still remember? I just cried, letting the tears slide down my cheeks and wet graduation photo, and those beautiful pictures kept coming to my mind. I tried to reach for it, but suddenly it disappeared.
I dried my tears, picked up the most beautiful photo frame, put graduation photo in it, hung it in the most conspicuous position and wiped it every day. As long as I am sad in the future, I will look at this graduation photo and think of our six years together, and I will definitely get better. Forever 3052, forever us. I didn't have time to say it before. Now allow me to say, forever 3052! I love you.
On graduation day, the wind blew away dandelions and flew into the blue sky. That day was the day when we broke up. Similarly, six years ago, that was the day when we met. I have to sigh, time flies. Everything is like smoke, instantly, disappeared without a trace.
I still remember that day, which was the last time we set foot in the primary school gate. Looking at the freshmen in the lower grades, I can't help thinking of myself. Holding hands with my parents and carrying their favorite new schoolbags, I walked with cheerful steps and twittered like a bird. But time brings us back to reality. Our steps are not so cheerful, but a little heavy and sad.
I walked into the campus with my best friend as usual, but I was thinking: time, can you walk slowly? This is the last time we walk together. Although this road has been taken more than once, this time I hope it has no end. I still remember walking under the same sky with my best friend, chasing together, laughing together and growing together. Spend countless gorgeous and simple moments in the familiar campus, but slowly become eternal memories, buried in the bottom of my heart, the softest place.
When I entered the classroom, as usual, everyone was noisy, but no one wanted to mention graduation. There are also some emotional girls, tears in their eyes, but trying not to let it flow down. Maybe we all grew up that day. I know how to bury my emotions, but everyone knows that I won't give up on each other.
"Leave some memories in your mind; Say something, in your heart; Sing an old song in the air; Write something, in the years. " This is a simple sentence I read in a book, but it is the last sentence we want to hear or see, because this sentence represents the arrival of separation.
We are dandelions scattered by the wind, drifting slowly to our battlefield with the wind.
We graduated that day. Maybe we can meet again in middle school, but I can't be with you because my parents' advice made me go to another school. I'm helpless, but I'm beginning to look forward to making new friends there, but how can it compare with being around you?
On graduation day, composition time flies, and there are only four days left in primary school ... Although I am looking forward to graduation day, I also have some unspeakable feelings ... Recalling six years ago, I was still snuggling up to my parents and came to Qianshan Primary School with respect for teachers and yearning for school. I'm only in grade one, so I'm naive. Now that I think about it, I think I was really naive! I look at the new round of senior one, and at these naive children, I can't help but feel that I have just entered senior one, don't I? Ah, it seems that all this happened yesterday, but we still have to go. After all, it was a long time ago, but I believe every bit of primary school will walk in my memory forever, including my teacher and my classmates who have been with me for six years ... Today, we took a photo of graduation photo. I know this photo is a photo of all our classmates together forever. If we get married in the future, the graduation exam will come soon. The teacher is more nervous than us because she is worried that we will fail in the final exam of primary school. Working day and night makes the teacher's hair grow white silk and his forehead climb out of the "wire" ... Ah, teacher, I don't even want to say to you: you have worked hard! However, I don't have the courage, so I have to express my respect for the teacher here! Friday afternoon, I know this is your last Chinese class. How depressing and sad this feeling is!
In a word, my alma mater is where I was taught and educated, and where my dream began. If I want to say a blessing to my alma mater, there are thousands of words to say. I will never forget the head teacher who has taught us for six years and my classmates who have been together for six years!
Bless your alma mater!
Bless the teacher!
Graduation day composition 5 turned out to be graduation.
18 is our graduation ceremony. Looking at the sincere messages from the teachers on the screen, I burst into tears silently. Tears drop by drop, dripping in the palm of your hand, feeling the warmth that still exists in tears. These are tears of parting, too many tears are unwilling to blend.
However, I feel how ridiculous I am. The frolicking boys in the front row inadvertently saw the sadness of my tears and paused. But in just a few seconds, he recovered and continued to play, completely ignoring the inner sadness of me or other people who are as reluctant as me on this parting occasion. He continued to indulge himself, making me feel how melodramatic and ridiculous I am. Don't cry, don't cry.
Back in the classroom, we are all waiting for Miss Li to promise to treat us to cold noodle boxes and some students to drink milk tea. Suddenly, a classmate shouted: "Cold noodles are coming-"Everyone excitedly ran out of the classroom and looked around. A big bamboo basket contains the lunch of 65 students in our class-cold noodles. We rushed to the front, happily picked up our cold noodles, held them high above our heads, proudly returned to our seats and began to eat.
"This is the best cold noodle I have ever eaten in my life!" A classmate said proudly as he walked. I can't help repeating this sentence in my mind. This is the first time that our class has eaten in the classroom, but it may be the last time.
18 is the day when the exam is over and countless small three compatriots are liberated, but it is also the day of graduation and the day when we have to leave after three years together.
Teacher Li's face has been filled with a rare smile since the third grade, which is so lasting and considerate. The teacher is happy from the heart, because we are his most lovely students. But I seem to see a subtle and fleeting sadness in those smiling eyes. The students are wolfing down cold noodles and smiling. The excitement at the end of the exam and the joy of getting together are intertwined in that charming smile.
Milk tea was also brought into the classroom with cheers. The classroom was noisy, the students were enthusiastic, and the cheers continued, thus maintaining a harmonious music notation. In a trance, I seem to feel that all this has been going on, so it is not over. ...
As soon as I received graduation photo, the noise stopped. Some students left with schoolbags on their backs. Looking at the familiar shadow drifting away, getting smaller and smaller, getting blurred, my tears fell down again. Silently chanting a repetitive sentence in my heart: Dear classmates, goodbye! Fate will meet again!
I asked the head teacher, Miss Li, to sign a precious signature on the graduation photo, and then looked at it silently: Ten years later, I still remember you. Do you still remember me
Finally, I packed my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom firmly. I didn't say goodbye to anyone because I believe we will meet again.
"Parting is to meet each other better." /kloc-class 0/5, see you next year!