The composition of the sixth grade graduation 1 has spent six years in primary school in a blink of an eye, and will soon bid farewell to my alma mater! Only those short more than two months.
Suddenly reluctant to part. Reluctant to a beautiful campus, a teacher who is reluctant to water the flowers of the motherland with knowledge, and a classmate who has been living together for many years. They let me know the value of friendship.
Between all this, there are too many disappointments and too many nostalgia. ...
Parting may be far away, or it may be just around the corner, which is never known. Remember what the teacher taught you! Remember playing with classmates on the playground and growing up together? These, we can't forget, also won't forget. Because of you, my life is more perfect; Because of you, my life is more colorful; Because of you, I really tasted the sweet taste of being cared for.
I am about to graduate. Students, let's cherish the remaining days. Cherishing may be the only day we can be together. Let's work together for our vows and ideals. Maybe we will be separated soon, but please don't be sad, all good things must come to an end. I firmly believe that one day we will meet again. No matter where you were at that time, no matter what difficulties you met at that time, please remember that you had forty friends, who were your classmates for six years. I will always be by your side and never abandon you!
On graduation day, let us step out of the door of our alma mater with full hope and infinite vision for a better future, and we will meet: remember the entrustment of our alma mater. When we grow up, we must, must go back to our alma mater and get together!
Sixth grade graduation composition 2: Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. The pace of graduation is getting closer and closer to us. The teacher is urging, the parents are talking,
We are also working hard, in order to get a good grade, get into middle school and lay a solid foundation for sunshine avenue in our future. But first of all, we should be a qualified graduate with all-round development in morality, intelligence, physique, beauty and labor.
Virtue is something that we must always pay attention to in our life. Only with excellent ideology and morality can we make contributions to society. Zhou Enlai's Reading for the Rise of China tells us that we should love our motherland and strive for our ideals. Yu Dafu's understanding quality tells us that filial piety is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. "When one party is in trouble, all parties support" tells the true meaning of helping others ... Besides, we should be honest, trustworthy and generous.
We should learn to use our wisdom to overcome the problems in life. In learning, we should also concentrate on listening, study hard and enrich our treasure house of wisdom with knowledge. We should also be good at using our brains and ask why, so that we can accumulate knowledge slowly and learn better.
Virtue and wisdom are not excellent graduates. We must also have a healthy body, because "the body is the capital of the revolution". With a healthy body, we can do what we want. Therefore, we must keep exercising every day, do eye exercises well, take good care of our eyes, and make our whole body qualified.
A qualified graduate, but also good at fine arts. He should draw well and have certain aesthetics. He should also be able to create his own life and take care of himself. 、
If you can fully develop yourself according to the above requirements, you must be a qualified graduate.
Composition 3 Graduated from the sixth grade. Now we are all sunshine teenagers and energetic girls. We all changed from timid little brothers and sisters in grade one to big brothers and sisters in grade six. We are young and frivolous, and always have endless troubles; When we grow up, we are respectful and polite to others and behave well in front of adults. But when I left, I felt sad. When I remember before graduation, I always ...
Think of the first day of us, one by one, timid, stupefied. In class, sometimes I listen carefully and sometimes I do something small. After class, sometimes I was bullied by my senior classmates, and sometimes I talked back to my senior classmates. Think of the first day, really two-faced.
In the third grade, it slowly changed. From cowardice and ignorance to courage and understanding. We didn't call or pay back the money. After two years of getting along, we all became good classmates. At school, we compete for grades in class and go out to have fun after class; Not only that, we often get together when we are outside and have a good time with hippies; In this way, we are very familiar with any classmates and become good friends.
Finally, in the sixth grade, I suddenly felt that time flies and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. We all lamented that we didn't get along very well before. We all feel each other's reluctance and nostalgia. We were always dissatisfied before, but now I am very grateful to our teacher for his care and love. If we are thriving seedlings, we can't do without the nourishment and care of gardeners; If we are flowers, we cannot do without the pollination of butterflies; If we are a small tree, we can't live without the shelter of a big tree. Thank you! Teacher; Thank you! Classmate; Thank you! Alma mater.
Memories before graduation are both happy and sad, but they are also colorful. Goodbye! Look at my alma mater where I grew up; Goodbye! A diligent teacher; Goodbye! Dear students.
Composition Graduation in Grade Four or Six In a blink of an eye, I will graduate. Graduation means parting, we will leave our alma mater, get along with each other day and night, and leave everything here. I really hate to part with it.
I picked up the fragments of memory and saw it, that innocence.
Here, a girl is playing games with people around her. She is very happy. Over there, a boy has just been scolded. He pursed his mouth and poured out his grievances, but in a short time, he was made to laugh by his funny friend, and all the grievances just now vanished. Here, the two are arguing again. Both of them are flushed, trying to make each other feel that they are right. Here we go again.
Today, the sky is still so blue, cicadas are still singing, and everything seems the same as before.
However, we all know that today will be the day of our separation.
I stroked my desk. It seems that just yesterday, we attended the class, carefully finished our homework, and even carved our names on it with a knife, just to make ourselves feel that we have been here and never left. Touching the podium seems to be yesterday, with a pool of homework on it, recording our traces; Touching the chalk, it seems that just yesterday, the teacher was still doing homework on the blackboard, while we were enjoying rich fruits.
Thursday, after the English exam. I know we are joking tacitly as before, but everyone knows that each other is a little disappointed and lost.
That day, when I walked out of the school gate, I imagined that at the moment of parting, we pretended to say goodbye with a smile, but in our hearts, we all had infinite attachment and disappointment. Anyway, we will go after all.
As we all know, this is not the end of our lives. In the days to come, we will definitely repay our alma mater with excellent results! Goodbye, my dear alma mater! Goodbye, my dear classmates! Goodbye, my love, teacher!
Six years of primary school made me happy and miserable. I treasure the best page of my memoir, but it's no use remembering it again, and I will forget it after a long time. So now I'm trying to remember …
On this day, Chinese and math teachers came into the classroom with diplomas, and graduation photo's eyes were red. The math teacher put down what he was holding and stood on the platform and said seriously; "With the change of the hourglass of time, you should bid farewell to the primary school society, turn over the page of life, usher in junior high school life full of youthful characteristics, and turn a new page in life. The math teacher finally burst into tears, and it was the Chinese teacher's turn. She cried a little and said that when she got to junior high school, she had to get rid of the old bad habits. In junior high school, you should learn to grow up and not bother adults with anything; In junior high school, the study task is heavier. You should have a study plan ... well, otherwise you should think that I am nagging. " "No, teacher, how can we think you are nagging! We can't hear it if we want to! "A classmate suddenly stood up and said." Yes, that's right. We won't be disturbed by your nagging. We will remember your words all our lives. "The whole class stood up. The math teacher packed up her emotions and came over and said; "I signed up, and Chen Yaya, Kevin·Z, Lin, Lin Chaoxi, ..." All the students took their things well. All rise. The monitor gave the order, "shua, shua, shua ..." "Two teachers, we will remember your kindness to us all our lives, and we will never forget what you taught us and what you said to us ..." The two teachers smiled, and I think it is: our efforts have paid off, and these children will not let us down. Everyone bowed to the teacher and reluctantly left the classroom where we studied together; Left the alma mater where we grew up.
Time has taken away our childhood, our happiness, our innocence, our naivety and our stupidity. Welcome is a brand-new junior high school life full of youthful breath!
If someone asks which school is the best. Of course, I said without hesitation, "It's our school!" That's right. Can't a school that students are full of praise be said to be the best? Today, I want to praise her sincerely.
I praise school as a paradise for learning. I can hear the sound of books every day, crisp and pleasant; The writing sound of "sasha vujacic" is intoxicating when writing homework; From time to time, there are touching songs in the music classroom, which makes art have an indissoluble bond with us; Beautiful and creative small productions come from our dexterous hands and teach us to create a better life with our own hands; On the playground, we can show our energetic bodies and faces and meet daily challenges with strong bodies.
I praise the warm embrace of the school. The school is a kind mother. She held me with open arms. She loves all of us; When we make a little progress, she will see from her eyes that her mother will touch us with gentle hands, so that we can feel the inner excitement and joy; When we make mistakes and fall behind, my mother will cast a reproachful and tolerant look and moisten our lost hearts with the same love as spring breeze and rain. Shushan Road is not easy to walk, and there are no cliffs for shipbuilding in Xue Hai.
I praise the selfless dedication of the school. Do you know what the school has given us? It is knowledge, it is strength! We have grown from an ignorant child to an excellent student today, and every progress is permeated with the efforts of the school. "Lushan has a way to go, and Xue Hai has no cliffs to build ships." The school lets us find the key to study, and let us find happiness in study. We are a ship to sail, and the school gave us a ship, so that we can go further and see a wider world.
I love the school, because every tree, everyone and everything in the school are worthy of nostalgia and care! When we leave here one day, I think I will cry, but I will dry my tears and sail on the school boat and continue to sail.
Composition 7 Graduation from the sixth grade, ups and downs, sooner or later; As time goes by, the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I will go through a six-year primary school career. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear and every touch of my classmates have impressed me deeply.
Looking back six years ago, naive and immature, we took our parents by the hand and entered a new stage of life. Like newborn bamboo shoots, they will be nourished by teachers and grow sturdily. My first Chinese teacher was Miss Pan, who had rich experience. If other teachers have any uncertain topics, discuss them with her first. Teacher Pan is very patient with us. She taught every pinyin by hand until the church. She tried to make our study easy and happy, and I tried to make Teacher Pan not worry. I passed the first exam 100. I am very happy. The first grade exam 100 is normal. Teacher Pan praised me and gave me a 10 reward card. I hope I can continue to work hard. In the second exam, I got 100, and I was carried away by full marks twice in a row. Teacher Pan reminded me not to be proud, but I still failed the third exam. I was extremely disappointed. Instead of being comforted by the teacher, I was severely criticized by the teacher. I will never forget, and I will never be impetuous! Three years later, our dear teacher Pan left without saying goodbye. She needs to be taken care of because her husband had a serious car accident. Teacher Pan never came back to teach our class. Our class is the last class she taught in her teaching career. I'm like a kite, and it was Teacher Pan who led me to the right track of my study. But in the end, she broke the boundary between us again and let us fly around aimlessly. Until I met another Chinese teacher. In the next three years, I experienced more than three years of knowing a new teacher. I have been criticized, praised, wronged and appreciated. But I don't know why, praise is almost forgotten in my memory, while criticism is fresh in my memory. Maybe criticism can inspire us to work harder. The flower of growth needs a combination of praise and criticism to bloom!
Six years is fleeting, and we are about to leave our classmates, teachers and alma mater who have had feelings for six years. For the first time in life, we will set foot on a new height.
The eight-hour composition after graduating from the sixth grade passed quietly when we were silent. In a blink of an eye, we will graduate. It turns out that six years in primary school passed so fast. When I am about to graduate, I look back at this campus again and find that every corner of the campus has my beautiful memories!
Everything on campus is worth cherishing. I miss it: I can't bear to help my classmates and care about my friends, but what I can't bear most is the teacher Zhou who educated me.
I remember when I was in the first grade, my classmates generally couldn't write well. In order to lay a good foundation for writing since childhood, Teacher Zhou insisted on writing for us. At that time, Mr. Zhou had to approve homework in addition to preparing lessons. There are more than a dozen new words in one class and more than 50 students in the class. How many words does Mr. Zhou have to write a day? But Mr. Zhou has never made a mistake. What appears in front of our eyes is always neat fonts. Who knows? How much sweat has flowed behind this neat font! Once, Mr. Zhou taught us to write purple, and the whole class wrote at sixes and sevens, probably because there were too many strokes. In order for us to write this word well, Mr. Zhou taught everyone to write it on the blackboard one by one. He saw that some students could not write yet, so he personally took a pen and taught him to write until he finished writing. In this way, our writing level has gradually improved, and all this is attributed to Teacher Zhou! Although Mr. Zhou had a plaster cast on his hand, he persisted. What a good teacher!
On another occasion, the school asked for a general cleaning. Because we are not tall enough to clean the window, Miss Zhou helped us personally. It was so cold that MISS ZHOU's hands were soaked in ice water. Never said a word of pain. Still silently helping us! What a good teacher!
How reluctant I am to say goodbye to this good teacher! I am about to graduate and step into junior high school life. We can all feel what Teacher Zhou has done for us. Miss Zhou is like a drizzle that moistens my grass and gradually sprouts and grows up!
Flowers return to the nature that raised them with rich fragrance. I want to repay Teacher Zhou with excellent results!
Composition 9 graduated from the sixth grade, ups and downs, sooner or later; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. I only transferred to this school in the fifth grade. In the past two years, every smile, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have made me unforgettable. Now, I am about to bid farewell to my alma mater and look back. I can clearly remember my two-year transfer life. Every grass, tree, brick and tile of my alma mater is so familiar and kind. ...
Walking on the wide playground, I can't help feeling very much when I see the leafy pine trees and the clean teaching building. Playing on the playground, my alma mater gave me friendship with my classmates; Exercise in the sun, my alma mater keeps me healthy; In the bright classroom, I learned a wealth of knowledge, and my alma mater took me into the ocean of knowledge; At the opening ceremony, I stood on the stage and made a touching speech. As my alma mater, I have the opportunity to exercise myself and perform calmly in front of the teachers and students of the whole school.
Grateful to my alma mater, it gave me a new world of development. Whenever large-scale activities such as speech contest are held, the school leaders always leave me the opportunity to exercise. How many times I have honed, my performance in front of the public is getting better and better, and my expression ability is getting stronger and stronger!
Thanks to my alma mater, I am growing up healthily here. In math class, I met a problem that I couldn't do, and the math teacher took pains to explain it to me again and again … until I understood it!
Grateful to my alma mater, I realized a lot of life truths: "The Tortoise and Rabbit Race" made me understand that Niu Yi should never cry roast meat, and complacency will overturn; "Stealing the clock" made me understand not to deceive myself ... Looking at many things in ancient and modern times, modesty was defeated by luxury; Bao Jianfeng comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold!
Now, I am about to graduate and bid farewell to my lovely alma mater. I can only turn my reluctant attachment into ambition and try my best to repay my alma mater. In the remaining months, study hard and forge ahead bravely; Let life bloom in a smile, let life surge in the tide. Because the next peak of life is still waiting for us to conquer, we should use our flamboyant youth to write the legend of life, and we should use our struggle to create our own sky. Take out the best results to repay my alma mater's kindness to me!
Composition 10 Students who have graduated from the sixth grade for so many years will be separated at this moment. How do you describe your disappointment in words?
It will be June soon. After passing the primary school graduation exam, I am no longer a pupil in this school, but a student in another middle school! And our classmates may never see it again!
I can't help laughing at the thought of the happy time with my classmates! We used to be such naive children, and in a blink of an eye, we have learned what it means to give up. Yes, we are reluctant to part with teachers, classmates and our beautiful days!
These six years, we have been growing. Although we had a lot of unpleasantness and disputes, in the end, we were United as a family!
In the process of growing up, there were ups and downs, but no matter how big the difficulties were, we all survived, because we always believed that our Class 6 (3) was a different class.
I clearly remember that none of our class did well in the Chinese exam. The Chinese teacher said to leave us alone and let us play by ourselves. She'll leave us alone! We didn't blame any of our classmates, but listened to the monitor's instructions. The next morning, we used the morning reading time to practice how to apologize to the teacher. I will never forget that scene in my life. Because that scene not only reflects our love for teachers, our desire for learning, but also reflects the unity and friendship of our class! It may be difficult for students in other classes to play together after class, but our class has no boundaries. It's crazy to play together after class We are such a good and happy class, is it necessary to separate like this? No, I don't want it!
How wonderful and terrible graduation is! Goodbye, Class Six (3). I believe that even if we are not together, our hearts will always be together! Because we are a member of Class 6 (3)!
Since I came to this school, I have never regretted the composition 1 1 that I graduated from the sixth grade. Once every six years, it's all over!
I vaguely remember that at the beginning of six years ago, I was tired of campus. In the sixth year of Chuyang, the high wall slowly steamed and melted. Now that the sun is leaving, we have to go further.
In the first ten days, the virus spread in spring, and we were gradually invaded by the virus. Finally, at noon, I felt sick. Teacher, it was you who looked at me kindly and helped me pour countless cups of warm green tea, and my physical strength slowly recovered. A short story, rendering the mood of parting!
And students become the shackles of parting. In physical education class, we played football, but there was an accident. The football hit my leg hard and I was bleeding profusely. I struggled to stand up. Xiao Qin saw it, helped me to the school doctor's room and put a band-aid on me. The bleeding stopped, and Xiao Qin and I helped each other back to the classroom. Because of the inconvenience of activities, the Woods helped me pour a glass of water and carefully brought it over. The water in the cup is shaking, as if dancing for our friendship. That band-aid is lying carefully in the injured place. Listen to me. It was not until class was over that my injury got better. They accompanied me to class. At that time, they gave me a heart to learn to treat people!
Near the last exam in primary school, a classmate recorded and wrote down a memory and the ups and downs of these six years. My primary school finally drifted away after the exam, leaving only a thick stack of stories, and serious handwriting blossomed in the primary school. I don't know, these six years, in addition to memories, what I have left!
After graduation, the primary school waved goodbye to me, and the first meeting was finally less. I will try to climb to a higher place!
Six years of primary school life will come to an end unconsciously, and we all have to embark on a new journey. Here, I would like to express my sincere thanks to my respected teacher and my dear alma mater. Thank you for your careful teaching in the past six years. Your dedication has given us the firmest confidence. All the sweat of hard work and ideal hope will turn into the motivation of our junior high school study.
Although we are about to bid farewell to our classmates and friends who have been together for six years, our beloved teachers and our beloved alma mater, we can't forget what our teachers taught us before: I remember that six years ago, we were still a group of ignorant and naughty children, and now we have all become all-round teenagers. Indeed, the teachers' six-year love watering and six-year careful sharpening have made their black hair a little frosty; Six years have passed, six years of hard work, and my cheeks are full of worries; Six years of spring has gone and spring has returned, and six years of persistent pursuit have filled their eyes with enthusiasm. Sandstorm can blow the old year away, but no matter how things change, we will never forget our alma mater and the teachers who have nurtured and cared for us for six years. For six years, the teacher has been with us. On a sunny day, the teacher happily followed us. The teacher is happy for our happiness. When our eyes sparkled in the bright sunshine, the teacher danced for everyone in our amazing eyes. Teachers are our admirers and admirers, and teachers are our admirers and connivers. Teachers are happy because we are happy, and teachers are happy because we are excited.
Session after session, we waved goodbye to the teacher, but generously left behind the childishness of childhood. "The Xiongguan road is really like iron, and now it is one step closer to the beginning!" Ask the teacher to believe us, and we will learn to work harder and achieve greater results in school. Finally, on behalf of all the students in grade six, I wish my alma mater, Class 65, Dongguan Primary School, a better tomorrow!
At the same time, I sincerely thank the teachers and students for their concern and help in the past six years. Thank you for your concern!
Composition 13 sixth grade graduation Today, I am in the sixth grade. I still remember when I was in the fifth grade, I said goodbye to my seniors and sisters on behalf of the whole school. I cried so hard that I was amused to think of it.
I have been thinking about it every day since that day. In half a year, I will graduate, I will be separated from my classmates and teachers, and I will move towards the future of my life. The more I think about it, the sadder it gets. I can't continue playing with my friends. I don't know what to do without a teacher to teach me patiently and encourage me. I'm afraid … I'm afraid that after entering junior high school, my studies will plummet without my fierce friends and teachers. Oh, my God! I wonder who can help me. Now, I hold every moment with my friends, fearing that it will disappear in an instant. As the saying goes, "Happy times always pass quickly". I believe this sentence because it often appears in my life. During the sixth grade, whenever there is an activity, whether I am suitable or not, whether I like it or not, I will try my best to show it and concentrate on it. It's the last time! I will never see the same thing again after graduation! I also learned a lot from what I said to myself, and found that the happiness I didn't know before made my life more exciting and enjoyable! I met many friends in primary school, and they were all very kind to me. On the contrary, the better they treat me, the more reluctant I am and the more sad I am. I really want to hold them tight and not let everyone leave my side and accompany me forever. Are you willing to make this unreasonable request?
The first grade is confused and naive, the second grade is high-spirited, the third grade is mature and sensible, the fourth grade is unreasonable, the fifth grade is cool and silly, and the sixth grade cherishes it. Thank you for staying with me for so long. I love you very much!
Composition 14 when I graduated from the sixth grade, all the yellow leaves that were disturbed fell, and the last semester of my primary school 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 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!
The composition time of 15 who graduated from the sixth grade is like running water, which is gone forever; Quietly passing you, you, feel it? In a blink of an eye, I can't go back to the sixth grade of 20xx, recalling the good times at that time. ...
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Looking back again, during the military training under the scorching sun, students' shouts resounded through the sky, the instructor's password sounded like a tsunami, and cicadas kept barking. The students' sweat soaked the solemn, beautiful and dignified camouflage uniforms in August. Somehow, the camouflage uniform is deep, but it is particularly dazzling in the sun, probably because of the perseverance of the students!
Remember that basketball game? Junjie Tang, Wang Mingchao, Lu Zefeng, Chen Baijin, Mo Zhengmao, Jin Zexu and Huang Qiwei in our class are working hard for the class on the basketball court. You see, Wang Mingchao was happily carrying the ball back and forth to our basketball basket, but suddenly two "obstacles" rushed in front of him. He jumped up and passed the ball to Chen Wei.
And the entrance ceremony. We wore berets, white shirts, scarves, suits and skirts, pantyhose and black shoes and praised each other. Wang and others standing in the front are wearing camouflage skirts, military caps and makeup!
Look at the second square. We are going to enter the stadium. First, we will use military boxing. Look at their neat movements, which has made a good start for our A-level.
When it was our turn, the rabbit in my heart jumped. We swung our arms back and forth 90 degrees and stepped on our feet, shouting the slogan "Patriotic support for the army and consolidation of our Great Wall". Study hard and serve China. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. One two one, one two one ... "Finally, we won the first prize.
That relay run, that 8-character jump rope, that poetry knowledge contest, that debate contest, that you laughed, that she cried. ...
Looking back at 20xx, tears, smiles, activities, places we have been, and then ...