I graduated from grade three, writing 1. I miss the way we struggled together in No.29 Middle School. I can't forget it. My pen and ink can't express this pain of parting. However, we are about to grow up and leave this moist twenty-nine middle school. I miss ...-Inscription
Perhaps out of nostalgia for the campus that is about to say goodbye, I always like to walk slowly on the green lawn in the sunset after school, lying on it alone, looking up at the white clouds floating slowly in the sky, and all my troubles and fatigue have gone to distant places during the day, but I just feel a kind of emptiness, a kind of joy and joy in the vast sky, quietly closing my eyes and letting my thoughts drift freely. ...
There have been countless fresh mornings and countless beautiful nights; When the sun is hidden in the sea of clouds and the stars are shining in the night sky, I seem to be looking for something in your arms. Looking for lost poems or traces left by old alumni; Looking for Jiang Nanyu in March or Maple Leaf in October? Is it looking for the majesty of the father or the tenderness of the mother? ...
Colorful posters are confused by many choices; In the melody of the weekend waltz, I felt the inner loneliness; In the eloquence of the podium, I pursue the charm of the microphone; Under the light of the Phantom Forest, brown memories are deposited and every true or false plot is tasted.
In the season of drizzle and magnolia fragrance, the lonely figure lingers in the unspeakable waiting of the trunk, giving birth to the season of red leaves falling, and you didn't come; When the fragrance blooms all over the sky, you are gone.
How many nights, standing under the road monument, saying goodbye to friends who can't walk with you, stiff arms, unable to show off distant treasures, suddenly remembered your parting words: "As long as the heart is nearby, the long road is short." My heart immediately overflowed with a thick warmth.
In your arms, there is the roar of the sea and the tenderness of the waves. The eternal lights of the library at night and the vibrant figure on the sports field in the morning; The conversation between the fallen leaves in the Woods and the earth, the deep eyes that the teacher expected in class … Now, all these are about to become memories, full of strength and emotion.
July is the season of parting and filariasis. I am a junior high school student who has just finished the senior high school entrance examination. Sitting in a strange examination room, looking at strange faces around, feeling the sadness of parting.
On the last day of school, we were full of sadness and sadness, and we all vaguely asked why we should leave so soon. Just came to school to report for duty, participated in military training for the first time, and stood in the scorching sun. We were all wondering how to pretend to be dizzy. However, that has become a memory, and some things in the world cannot be repeated, such as memories, such as life. We can only cherish.
Three years of junior high school life is fleeting. Looking back, when we were sleepy in class, we quarreled over a different topic. On People's Day, we joked with our teachers, hid chalk, made a hullabaloo about at the sports meeting, and struggled hard. Miraculously, we won the first place in the football match and the first place in the chorus of the Chinese Art Festival. Whenever I think of this place, I feel nostalgic. It was our youth together, with our sweat, tears, struggles, struggles and shouts.
Maybe time really waits for no one. We watched helplessly as the number on the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination decreased day by day, until we gradually felt the sadness of the coming and leaving of the senior high school entrance examination and the tension of the battle. We took a group photo as a souvenir to record every smile we had lived together. I quietly looked up at the blue sky. I once lived in its arms for three years, which is unforgettable.
I didn't cry when I left. I thought I was strong. When I stood in front of the main building, I couldn't help crying for no reason. I can't bear to part with my alma mater for three years and my emotional life in junior high school.
In these three years of life, we have chased, played, fantasized, cried, enjoyed and shared together. Maybe three years of junior high school life is like a cloud under a clear sky. I want to keep it forever, but I can't.
I graduated from grade three, and composition 3 is only 40 days away from the senior high school entrance examination. I watched the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination next to the blackboard. More than 40 days is too short, and I will graduate soon.
When I think of us who just entered the school, we are all so active and childish. Now that we are grown up and mature, we are all practicing hard and preparing for the senior high school entrance examination. Three years, just for a few hours of hard work.
Thinking of teachers, I thank them for their patience in educating us. I am most grateful to my class teacher. She not only teaches us to learn knowledge, but also teaches us the truth of being a man and doing things. Seven points to be a man, three points to do things. There are few beats in life. At this time, if you don't have a blog, when will you blog? This is something she often talks about. I remember once I made a mistake, but I was too afraid to confess. As a result, she was furious in class, and finally I got up the courage to say it. As a result, she didn't hit me or scold me, but told me a lot of truth. There is a saying that I keep in mind: people will inevitably make mistakes in this life. Remember, if you are not afraid of making mistakes, you are afraid of not repenting. After that, I will never be afraid to hide myself because of making mistakes.
Think of my classmates, and they are really happy in the same class. Memories are beautiful, think about the road we have walked hand in hand in these three years. We cried together, we were angry together and we laughed together. After the senior high school entrance examination, we will all be separated, and we will see each other less and less. Looking back on these three years of struggle, I have never missed it in my memory and will never forget it. Those sour and sweet things between us will always be memorable.
In 40 days, we will set foot on another turning point in our lives. I hope we can draw a satisfactory conclusion for these three years' efforts.
I graduated in the third grade. Composition 4 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The pace of graduation is getting closer and closer to us.
Teachers are urging us, parents are urging us, and we are also working hard and studying hard all day, in order to get excellent grades, live up to the expectations of teachers and parents, get into a good middle school, and lay down sunshine avenue for our future. But first of all, we should be a qualified graduate with all-round development in morality, intelligence, physique, beauty and labor.
Every time I see a math problem coming to my eyes, it makes my head spin. Math is the worst of my three subjects, and I hate doing math problems. However, this is the last semester of primary school. No matter how hard I work, I will improve my math scores. I go home every day to preview the next lesson, and then take a look at what the teacher said before. The most important thing is, if you don't understand anything or think about it yourself, ask the teacher, listen carefully in class, and then ask dad to buy some test papers. I will do it on Saturday and Sunday and give it to the teacher for approval after I finish it.
After math, my reading part is a bit poor. Every time I take an exam, I have a headache when I touch the reading part, but I will fail if I don't fill it in. If you want to do a good job in reading, you have to read the questions clearly, practice, practice, buy some reading questions to do, and check them carefully after you do them, but you can't be careless.
A qualified graduate needs to be good in all aspects. I will try my best to be an excellent graduate.
We will bid farewell to the campus. The flowers and plants in the school, the lost stationery and the scenes of fighting in the past are all worth our nostalgia. We have studied hard in this school for six years, leaving behind many classmates' friendship and noise, all of which will no longer exist. ...
Don't worry! Alma mater, we are taking off. Don't worry! Teacher, we will try our best. The blue sky is dedicated to the white clouds, and the long road is dedicated to the distance. This grateful heart will turn into motivation and guide us forward. I will thank my alma mater with my success.
I graduated from grade three. It's already June 10, and there are still 16 days before the senior high school entrance examination. However, I feel as if I just finished the 100-day swearing-in meeting yesterday, entered the second day of junior high school the day before yesterday, and entered this school the day before yesterday.
I still remember when I first entered this class, the first class (1 1), everything was so fresh and strange to me. I had never seen a smiling face-my classmates. I forget how I know you. I vaguely remember who mispronounced my name on the paper and posted it on the corner of the table. Very interesting. You laughed, but you couldn't hear the irony. All you hear is friendliness. So inexplicably, we met until we became friends.
The process that I never realized is probably the most wonderful in the world.
Um ... I remember I left a deep impression on my teacher when I entered school? Ah, yes! On the first day of school, the first class, I can't stand the loneliness and curiosity sitting in the middle. I said it sentence by sentence, and now I think about it like a babbling myna. Ahem, on the first day of school. I think you must be impressed with me. Looking at your helpless expression, I am also helpless.
In the three years of junior high school, my grades have improved and regressed. I think it's all my own fun. It seems that I can only study hard a few days before the middle school entrance examination, hoping to get good grades in the middle school entrance examination to repay your teaching.
Three years is not too long, not too short, but it is enough for me to remember you. Although not everyone knows it, it is unpleasant not to have sex with any classmate. Thank you for your classmates' friendship in these three years.
For three years, I didn't talk much or less, but this can't change the teachers' good education for me in these three years. Although some of you began to teach us in the second day of junior high school; Some have been teaching us since the third grade; But they are all teachers. As the saying goes, "A master is like a father." Thank you for your three years of education.
I am about to graduate from junior high school. When I leave, I just want to say thank you for your company over the past three years. Thank you.
I graduated from the third grade, and there are still more than 80 days before the senior high school entrance examination. I watched the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination next to the blackboard. More than 80 days, so short, we will graduate.
When I think of us who just entered the school, we are all so active and childish. Now that we have grown up, we are all studying hard and preparing for the senior high school entrance examination. Three years, just for these hours of hard work!
Thinking of teachers, I thank them for their patience in educating us. I am most grateful to my class teacher. She not only teaches us to read and write, but also teaches us how to be a man. Being a man is seven points and doing things is three points, which is what she often talks about. I still remember when I was in the first grade, my teacher took us to an inspirational education activity to let us learn to be grateful. That time, I really grew up! At that time, I swore under the gaze of many people: I want to change! I want to thank my teachers, my parents, and always have a grateful heart. That time, I cried and cried very sadly. I will always thank my head teacher and my parents. I will never forget that my teacher spent all her time and energy teaching us.
Thinking of my classmates, I am very happy to be in the same class with them. Memories are the best, thinking that we have walked hand in hand in these three years. We cried together, we were angry together and we laughed together. After the senior high school entrance examination, we will all be separated, and we will see each other less and less. I want to think about the struggle and memory of these three years. I have never been less than you. I will never forget you, the sour and sweet things between us will never be forgotten.
More than 80 days later, we will usher in another turning point in our lives. Our names will appear in the yearbook, and our smiling faces will be engraved on the photos forever. Behind these are the bitterness and reluctance of our efforts. At that moment, we really want to graduate.
I heard the song in my heart today-my good brother. This song goes like this-in your glorious moment. Let me sing a song for you, my good brother. You told me that the road ahead should go together, even if it is a river. No matter how hard and tired you are, it's nothing. When you need me, I will spend it with you. My good brother, you have a bitter heart. You told me that life is hard to have ups and downs, and you have to live a strong life. I have cried and laughed, at least you still have me, and the friendship of friends is even higher than the sky. Friendship between friends is the most rare thing in our life, just like a glass of wine and an old song. Let me sing a song for you in your glorious moment. My good brother, you told me that the road ahead is hard, even if we cross the river together, it's nothing to be tired. When you need me, I will spend it with you. My good brother, you told me that life is hard to get up. The friendship of friends is higher than the sky and wider than the earth. We will certainly remember those years. The friendship of friends is the most rare in our life, like a glass of wine and an old song. The friendship of friends is higher than the sky and wider than the earth. We will certainly remember those years. The friendship of friends is the most rare in our life, like a glass of wine like an old song, and like a glass of wine like an old song.
This song reminds me of my classmates; My teacher. They are like my brothers; My friend. Take care of me and care about me. They are my bosom friends.
I saw Giddens Ko's movie the other day-the girl we chased together in those years.
This film reminds me of good memories. Just like my youth, except falling in love. After reading it, I went downstairs and got on my car. The spinning wheel is like a scroll of time, which brought me back to those years and smiled happily. Happy to run and chat with my classmates.
I saw my alma mater in the blink of an eye, walking in a quiet corridor, and the sun secretly shone in from the outside. I lay on the windowsill, quietly enjoying the long-lost sunset. I don't know how long it took, but I rode back to the "harbor"-home.
I graduated in the third grade. Composition 8 that year, we graduated.
After the exam that day, everyone silently returned to the classroom, waiting for the teacher to announce the precautions and announce the end of our junior high school career. Looking at the teacher on the podium, familiar classmates, familiar classrooms, familiar blackboards and familiar layouts, my eyes are red. From then on, maybe we will never meet again, maybe we will go to high school together, and no matter how many things can change our ignorance, ignorance and stupidity in junior high school.
In a blink of an eye, I am a sophomore, and I will face the college entrance examination in another year, and I will face another separation in the graduation season; Now I think of our graduation from junior high school in hindsight. At that time, we were innocent and lovely, cheerful and lively, and we would play with our classmates, not afraid of intrigue. Now that we have grown up, there will be no more innocent and happy memories. At that time, I was still thinking: Will it be like this after graduating from high school?
It turns out that with the change of time, we will change. From ignorance to ignorance, and now to maturity. The gradual change makes us more mature and attractive. Now, we have too much distrust, too many lies, untrue appearances, and friends' deception and betrayal again and again, which have broken our hearts again and again, but we don't know that everything is caused by ourselves and has a causal relationship. Maybe you did something wrong to her in your last life or before, so now there will be retribution.
We graduated, and the memories of the past will never appear in front of us again; After graduation, we are no longer as ignorant as before; After graduation, we can never go back to playing hand in hand and having fun together.
I will graduate soon, and I hope our friendship will stay in my heart forever. No matter where we go, there will be a small corner in my heart, storing our once beautiful sweetness.
One day, we will shout "We, graduated!"
For us who are about to graduate.
After graduating from the third grade, the students are busy writing the only classmate record that can leave us a little shadow and longing for each other. Whenever I think about this, I really hope that time will stay at this moment and let us relive this beautiful and happy primary school life together. Every grass, tree, brick and tile on campus will record this wonderful past.
My tears fly for parting.
This day has finally arrived, the day before the exam, which means we have to part. Students don't want to listen to the last class given to us by the teacher, and some students have already shed tears of parting when listening to the class.
In the past, the teacher gave us lectures, and we always heard laughter, but now we hear sobs!
The most terrible thing is that we meet for the last time, because it will indicate that we will be far apart.
At first, we thought we would become strong because of parting, but when we really faced parting, we knew that we were still young and so weak that a parting could defeat us in one fell swoop. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
After a long math class, the teacher only said: goodbye, classmates! At this moment, we can't hold it any longer. Wow, we all cried. But in my heart, there is only one unspeakable bitterness …
The students keep their teachers with runny noses and tears, hoping to give us more souvenirs. In Chinese class, the teacher didn't give us a lesson. We cried when the teacher said the students were sobbing. How can we be in the mood to listen to the teacher? What about me? Crying became a little tearful.
Really leave.
Tomorrow is the graduation exam. Today we are all busy writing news, and the teacher is also involved.
After school, we push the car and walk on the playground of the campus, looking at the scenery of the campus with our eyes. Other students cried and said to me: goodbye! When I didn't cry, I just smiled and said to her: Leave your brightest smile to your friends!
Everyone has experienced parting, but what can be better than the relationship between teachers and students?