Memories of the sixth grade in primary school 1 Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am eleven years old, and I am a sixth-grade pupil. Next year will be my last Children's Day. Time always goes by inadvertently. I will seize this last childhood, and then I will bid farewell to this beautiful, short and unforgettable childhood.
I remember when I was four years old, I cried and refused to go to kindergarten. I remember being beaten for the first time when I was five years old. I remember when I was six years old, I first stepped into the primary school gate and made many new friends. From then on, I like going to school best. I am a sophomore, and nothing has changed except that I am one year older, tall and heavy. In the fourth grade, I was like a quiet rabbit with average grades. I seldom show up and always sit alone in the corner of the classroom.
Time flies, I am in the fifth grade, and my grades have improved. I began to try to communicate with my classmates and had my first confidant.
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When I entered the graduating class, I found that time never stopped. It flows away like a never-ending mountain spring. Childhood flows away so easily, just like overflowing water, which can't be collected again. ...
What will happen when you grow up? What will happen as an adult? What will happen when you get older? Will I still remember this wonderful childhood? Will you remember this short childhood? Will you still miss this colorful childhood? and ...
I want time to stay at this moment forever, and always seize this beautiful, happy and carefree childhood.
My alma mater is my second home, and I grew up happily in this warm home. The teacher takes care of me like a mother, and a thousand words are not enough to express the teacher's nurturing feelings. In half a year, I will leave my beloved alma mater. Looking back on the past five years, I will never forget that deep teacher love.
I remember when I was in the first grade, I was still a shy and introverted girl. One morning, my mother was on a business trip. No one combed my hair after getting up, so I had to look in the mirror, pick up a comb, put on a crooked ponytail and carry my schoolbag to school. On the way, I met Miss Xia. She came to me and said, "Good morning, Qi Yiming! Your hair is in a mess, isn't your mother at home? " I nodded embarrassedly. Teacher Xia smiled and said, "Never mind, I'll comb it for you when I get to school!" " "As soon as I entered the school, Mr. Xia took me directly to the teacher's office. She took out a beautiful blue wooden comb from her bag, then a pair of furry headdresses and took me to the mirror to help me comb my hair. After a while, two ponytails with small fluffy balls appeared on the little girl's head in the mirror. At this moment, my heart is really warm. Teacher Xia is as good to me as her own mother. After school, when my mother came to pick me up, she asked me curiously, "Who combed your hair?" "It's so beautiful." I made a face and said naughtily, "The secret can't be revealed!"
Teachers in junior grades are like their mothers, while teachers in senior grades are as close as friends with our classmates. As we all know, due to graduation, the students in grade six are very nervous and under great pressure, and there are many exams, and the teachers are very considerate of us. Once there was a county monitoring exam, we were under more pressure and the teacher was very tired. In Chinese class, the teacher said, "Everyone has a hard time these days. After the exam, we will hold a large party to let everyone relax. " When everyone heard this, they quickly asked, "Where are you going? Where are you going? " The teacher said, "Have you finished the exam?" The teacher is really cheating, but we are more focused on our studies. A week passed and everyone did well in the exam. The teacher said mysteriously, "dress beautifully on Friday, let's go to the party!" " "The classmates shouted in unison. On Friday, we went to the classmate's restaurant together. Teachers sit with us, and they become children as old as us, chatting with us, playing games with us, and only we laugh happily. In the laughter, we realized the teacher's deep affection.
How I want to say to old man Time: Please walk slowly! Let me spend more time in this chrysanthemum-blooming campus and better taste this deep teacher's love!
Memories of the sixth grade composition in primary school 3 Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time flies, never to return. Now, we are big brothers and big sisters in grade six. How time flies. Blink of an eye, we have lived in our alma mater for six years. In these six years, how many things have happened, perhaps we have lost count; In these six years, we have learned a lot of knowledge; In the past six years, we have unexpectedly gained friendship. ...
Six years of friendship and six years of affection. Now, when we say goodbye, we will graduate soon. Are we really willing to give up our classmates who live together day and night? Are you really willing to give up our ordinary and beautiful school? Are you really willing to give up our amiable teacher?
When we first entered school, the sixth-grade graduates put on bright red scarves and sang team songs with us, which made us very happy to be promoted to the first grade.
Now, we are fresh graduates. Now, we wear red scarves for the first-grade children. The children's faces are a little happy, but ours are a little sad. They are happy because they are in the first grade, which means they have grown up. We are sad because we put red scarves on them, which means that we are big brothers and big sisters in the sixth grade, which means that we are going to graduate, which means that we are going to separate.
Six years, we have changed. We have changed from naive, ignorant and timid to mature, steady and cheerful. At the same time, we have changed from being clever and quiet to being rebellious and arrogant.
In those years, we cried, laughed, embarrassed, angry, bitter and tearful. ...
We can't grow without teachers. If we are a meadow, the teacher is like a spring rain; If we are a group of fish, the teacher is like clear water in the lake; If we are a book, the teacher is like a bookmark. Teachers have been growing up with us, and teachers have been paying behind us in obscurity.
The day of the exam is counting down and drawing near. It's time for us to say goodbye to our classmates, alma mater and teachers.
The other night, I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, with mixed feelings. My mind is full of bits and pieces of our class in the past six years.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and the students in our class unconsciously entered the sixth grade. Although everything is the same as before, although we are still adhering to the careless psychology, although many people in the class are still working hard for three days and five days as before. However, a sense of sadness about to be separated is still entangled in my heart like a thorn vine.
From the beginning, others commented on our class: "Too careless." "There is no sense of collective honor." "It's annoying to watch." Almost all these bad comments on our class have been memorized, but we still have some thoughts on the class group of Class 6 (3). When a group of girls cried when they lost the tug-of-war in the sports meeting; When everyone is angry because of the idea that' our class can't lose to others'; When everyone is racking their brains to come up with a performance plan before the performance in order to perform a good program that can make people shine, I will realize: "Everyone in our class is not working hard for themselves, but is really cheering for the class." Maybe the sense of collective honor in our class is really not obvious. Maybe now everyone just talks about graduation and says, "whatever, whatever." It's really time to go our separate ways. Will we still say this?
I once read a sentence in a book: "Separation is inevitable. Even if you don't want to do this, someone should say goodbye first. " Yes, no matter how much I can't bear to part with it, what should come will definitely come, and our class will be separated sooner or later. At that time, even tears didn't help. I don't know what others think, but I hope that the day of parting will be later, and later. Watching my classmates talking and laughing, you chase after me. Although they are not all my best friends, they are all my classmates who have been in the same boat for six years. Even if I say, "Are you bored?" The happiness and sadness I feel in this course are priceless to me.
I used to feel very excited when I got up every morning, because I was a step closer to growing up. Now, every morning when I get up, I feel unspeakable sadness. On the sunset moon, this kind of scenery day after day and year after year makes me deeply realize the helplessness of getting closer and closer to parting. Everyone knows the difference between graduation and graduation, but I still yearn for it silently in my heart, so that time will suddenly stop one day and I can stay in Class 6 (3), the happiest and most United time in this class.
"Everyone and everything in the class is the most unforgettable." This is an experience I only had in the sixth grade. Time is a sword, which can cut anything, but it can't stop my attachment to this course. I know that I will meet thousands of people worthy of my treasure in the future, but I will always remember that they accompanied me through my purest and most colorful primary school time.
Memories of the sixth grade of primary school 5 20xx years passed in a blink of an eye, which gave me many good memories. Now let me talk about the deepest memories!
I remember it was sunny that day. I got up early and went to the supermarket with my aunt and Zhou Xiao's father. We bought a lot of barbecue ingredients and snacks. When we are ready, we will set off. Zhou Xiaoyun's father drove for a long time and finally came to a place where he could barbecue and play-Youyou Jiayuan. The staff prepared carbon for us and we began to work together. My task is to take out the barbecue ingredients and put them on the plate. Aunt and Zhou Xiaopai are in charge of the barbecue. Watching prawns creak on the barbecue net made my mouth water. Pieces of steak were also roasted to ooze oil, and we all swallowed like hungry swallows. I couldn't help but put some prawns and a steak first and couldn't wait to eat it. "Wow, it smells good!" I can't help but say. After a while, I was full. At this time, I want to go somewhere else to play. I came to the wooden bridge, a round stump, on which stood many people. Some people fell down after two steps, and I refused to leave at first. Later, after listening to my aunt's teaching, she taught me to spread my hands so that my body would be balanced, and I learned it immediately as my aunt said. After playing for a while, we went to the mowing place, where there is a large grassland, which is steep and suitable for mowing. I'll put on my mowing shoes on the flat ground first. These shoes are too heavy. They weigh ten pounds. Fortunately, there are two crutches, and my mother pushes me behind when I walk up. It is most comfortable when you come down. I just need to take a good direction and slide down the ramp slowly. It's so cool and exciting. The afternoon passed quickly and it was getting dark, so I had to end it reluctantly.
This day we had a good time and it was also a memorable day. I had such a good time with my aunt and Zhou Xiao's father for the first time, and sometimes I had problems with them, but I still like to be their "follower".
Childhood, there are many things people still remember for a long time, but one thing has been buried in the bottom of my heart, hidden in the depths of my heart. Whenever I think about it, I can't help crying. move ...
It was raining lightly that day, and I leisurely shuttled back and forth on the road. This is a policeman running across the street quickly. When I was thinking about what he was going to do, he ran up to me and said fiercely, "There are too many cars on the road, so hurry home!" " "He also pulled me to the side of the road with his strong hand. I couldn't resist, so I had to go home unconvinced.
When I got home, I thought: Hum! What's so great about the police? I'll play away again and see what you can do! What dog takes mouse-mind your own business! I came to the road angrily, and at that moment, a shocking moment happened. I saw a bus running out of control. I was about to run, but my legs were numb and my heart was in my throat. What should we do? What to do! My tears have spilled all over my face. I think I was desperate at that time. At this time, it was the policeman again. He came running faster and hugged me with his powerful big hand. I never thought that fierce policeman would protect me.
At this point, I no longer feel angry, but more moved. At that moment, time seemed to stop, as if it were frozen forever at that moment. Finally, I was rescued, and the police left silently without saying anything. At this point, I feel very ashamed.
This matter has been deeply hidden in my heart, and I will feel guilty and moved when I think about it.
When I first entered the campus gate, I was always looking forward to growing up and becoming a big brother and big sister in grade six. How proud I should be! Until now, until I am about to leave my alma mater, I still feel normal. Just for a moment, I was reluctant to leave here, because every place here brought me an unforgettable copy. -inscription
sky
So far, I have lived under the blue sky in Shenzhen for nearly ten years and wandered around the campus for six years. I learned a lot from the sky given by my school. I have experienced the joy of success and the pain of failure ... all these have made me realize a lot of truth and have been inspired. Until I graduated from primary school, I was still reluctant to go. This sky is really beautiful, with countless innocence and infinite charm. All the students who spent time here left a lovely place.
school gate
I didn't go to primary school when I was a child, and I have been longing for such a beautiful place. I thought it would be fun to have classes in such a spacious and bright classroom. With the passage of time, I walked into the campus gate in a daze, which brought me a sense of freshness. I am proud of being a primary school student. I go to school every day and enter the campus. From time to time, I think of the first time I entered the school. I saw some students of the same age crying and not going to school, and I wanted the new class teacher to hold hands and persuade me. Fortunately for my parents, on the first day of school, I didn't cry or make trouble, but went in willingly. I never knew why I kept this attitude. I didn't cry when I first entered kindergarten, but I was full of happiness and joy. The gate of the campus has thus become a memory of my childhood. ...
pen
From the moment Confucius founded the school, and from the moment students entered the school, besides the most used books, pens are used in the school, which bears the spirit of whether the students have studied hard or not. There are endless words in a person's life, you can pour them out with your mouth, but because of the time limit, you can't go on forever, but a pen can fulfill your wish. Teachers have been cultivating our ability to master and use Chinese knowledge since childhood, teaching us to read and write articles, teaching us the basic knowledge of Chinese and letting us write articles by ourselves. But another special pen has brought me infinite imagination. It's beautiful, and it's even more gorgeous with the cooperation of two people. ...
gardener
Speaking of gardeners, there are people in the school who specialize in this industry. Who created such a beautiful campus environment? When I think about it carefully, I think of the "gardener" team in the school. In fact, they are teachers. Speaking of teachers, there have been endless words in the past six years, but there are only two words I want to express most: thank you. The teacher's spirit is like a candle, a gardener, unknown, just to cultivate students into useful people. When my parents are not around, my teacher becomes a guide for me and my classmates. Although there are mistakes and right ones, it will always be good for us. It's a pity that the teacher has done too much for us, but as a student, the return is too little. But in the long river of my life memory, the teacher is an unforgettable memory. ...
schoolmate
In the past six years, I have had a lot of laughter with me. They all look very different and artistic ... Although I don't always keep in touch with everyone in my class, I will never forget everyone's appearance and their laughter, their humor, their mischief, their cheerfulness, their cuteness and their gentleness, which have accompanied me for six years. There are not many everlasting friendships in primary schools, but the past is still worth remembering.
I know this memory will accompany me through the future. Facing the future scenery, I will take it seriously and try my best to make my life full of flashes!
There is a family photo on my desk, and everyone's face is full of happy smiles. Every time I see this photo, the scene of a happy family comes to my mind. Although it has been a long time, I still can't forget it. ...
On the National Day the year before last, my whole family got together at my uncle's house-Wugang City. One morning, my uncle suggested, "Let's go to Shimantan Reservoir as a family!" On hearing the news, my sister and I both cheered loudly! Even the little brother cried. We prepared some snacks and water, took the camera and set off. ...
When we arrived at the Shimantan Reservoir Scenic Area, my sister and I got off the bus first. Wow! The scenery here is really beautiful! Shimantan reservoir is endless, the water surface is sparkling, and yachts shuttle on the water surface; The Erlang Mountain in the distance is green and beautiful, looming; Nearby, willows surround villas with different styles. I heard from my uncle that this is a famous summer resort!
We got on the boat and rowed slowly to the middle of the reservoir, ah! The breeze is refreshing. On the rippling water, all kinds of waterfowl fly around and can hear their songs from time to time. Just when I was fascinated, I found many bottles in the center of the reservoir. I said to my uncle, "People here really don't pay attention to environmental protection. After drinking the water, they threw the empty bottles into the water. How wicked! " Uncle poof bursts into a smile: "Now you are wrong. This is not a bottle thrown by tourists, but a bottle tied to the corner of a fishing net by fishermen. They use the buoyancy of the bottle to catch fish and prevent the fishing net from sinking. "
Oh, I can't believe that empty bottles are so useful! Looking and thinking, we rowed slowly to the shore.
When he got off the boat, his brother took off his shoes and began to play wildly as soon as he saw the golden beach on the shore. My sister suggested, "Let's draw water for nothing!" My sister and I each took a few slightly flat stones. My sister threw a stone first, one, two, three ... Wow! Xiaoshi jumped seven times, my sister hit seven Shui Piao, and then it was my turn to hit, alas, only four.
Unconsciously, the sun has set, and the Shimantan Reservoir at this time is even more beautiful. In the sunset, the water is shining with little golden light, just like a big cornucopia. Grandma suggested that the whole family take a picture, and we all applauded. "Click", with the help of tourists, we fixed the beautiful scenery, happy time and happy smiling face in this photo.
Ah! I will never forget this day, which will be a wonderful memory of my life!
I was very introverted when I was 9 hours old, and I would blush if I said a few more words in front of everyone, so I was particularly afraid of teachers asking questions. Every time the teacher asks questions, I want to find a hole to hide so that the teacher can't see me.
However, in that Chinese class, the teacher actually asked us to recite a favorite poem on stage. I am very nervous, my palms are sweating and my heart is pounding. I was even more scared when I watched my classmates confidently go on stage and come down happily. When I'm nervous, I'm really worried that I can't speak. It's my turn! I stood in front of the podium, afraid to look at the audience, buried my head and began my first recitation, but only I could hear the sound. The students were quiet, without a sound. After reading, I rushed down like a refugee. I only heard the teacher say, "This is the first time that Xue Ping went on stage to recite. It's amazing that he can beat his original self. We believe that she can beat herself again and again in the future, don't we? " "yes! The warm applause and the students' answers sounded like an avalanche, and I was ashamed.
Later, as my classmates said, I overcame my timid weakness, and slowly, there was my little hand in the class! If it weren't for the teacher's first encouragement and affirmation, and the students' sincere concern and help, maybe I would still be the little girl who blushed like a persimmon in front of people.
Keywords: success
We, who have just adapted to the life in Grade Three, are like twittering birds, at a loss to meet another big exam: the school will hold an English calligraphy contest in three to six years. What exciting news! Seeing the students in high spirits because of winning the prize, I am envious to death. This time, I want to prove my strength!
I carefully wrote the plug in the English book with a pencil. It should be straight, and the bend is not sloppy at all. When I have written it, I will happily show it to my classmates and ask them to help me find out, erase and rewrite the bad words. In English class, I wrote harder, and the English teacher praised me for writing well more than once.
The exciting moment has finally arrived! I corrected the mistakes in the font again and again with a pencil, and then I gave this paper to the teacher respectfully and solemnly. At the moment of handing in the paper, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, both excited and scared.
The award has been awarded! I can't believe my ears. Is it a dream? I really won the lottery! I actually won the first prize! It turns out that only pay will gain! And I have gained more and more confidence and success because of this award: I joined the choir representative school; Handwritten newspapers and reading cards frequently win awards; He became a teacher and The monitor on duty's right-hand man. Here, I want to thank my alma mater for giving me so many opportunities to show myself. I have accumulated my growth with repeated exercises!
Keywords: wonderful
Time flies, and before you know it, Zheng Tong's six years are coming to an end. And I, full of hope, want to find traces of time in the photo album.
The first photo was taken in the labor base. At that time, everyone was wrapping jiaozi, and the teacher took the opportunity to take pictures of our antics, because many people were wrapping jiaozi for the first time, and some of them were full of flour, like a Xiaohua Mall; Some hands are covered with pieces of dumpling stuffing, and their fingers become conjoined babies; Some of them are well packed. Look, there are big ones and small ones. They are either too full or their skin is broken. They are all grotesque and make people laugh! Although the whole kitchen was messed up by everyone, everyone's joy could not be hidden in the white flour, and even the roof was almost broken by our laughter!
The second and last photo. That was when we went to the Gold Coast in the fifth grade, the teacher took a group photo as a souvenir. At that time, at least a dozen people were playing tricks. Some put two rabbit ears on other people's heads, some make faces, and some scratch their heads to pretend to be monkeys. Naughty, I was still barefoot, squatting on the beach, holding a handful of sand in my hand and giggling at the camera. It's really fifty people and fifty postures, but one thing is the same. Everyone has a smile on his face, the sun is as bright and the flowers are as charming. Looking at the photos, you can still hear those "hahaha, hahaha" laughter! I will always cherish these memories, these happy and beautiful school life.
Time flies, but we can't shoot our teacher-student relationship and classmate friendship; The sun flies, but we can't erase the painstaking cultivation and deep affection for our alma mater. All this will be firmly engraved in my mind. No matter where I go and how far I go in the future, every bit of Zheng Tong is my most precious memory!