I will graduate from primary school, I will leave my beloved school and my beloved teacher. At this moment, I have been studying and living here for six years. The teacher here, everything here, everything here, all flashed in my mind.
As soon as I saw the back of Chinese teacher Wang, our laughter with Mr. Wang immediately rang in my ear. Miss Wang is old and weak, but kind and gentle. Her feelings for us are not only between teachers and students, but also between loving mothers and children. Teacher Wang's lectures are full of emotion, humor and wit, and he is good at stick figures. Whenever she is excited in class, she will draw stick figures on the blackboard.
There is a text "Country Man" in the second volume of grade four, which contains many words describing the life of country people. From these words, we can feel the author's deep feelings, memories and nostalgia for the past, and yearning for rural life. Miss Wang is also a leisurely and plain person. She recalled her old rural life in front of us. She told us that the sky is high and the clouds are light in the countryside, the air is fresh, the flowers and trees are lush, the ears of rice in the paddy fields are rippling with the wind, the fruits in the orchard are fragrant, the vegetables in the garden are fresh and lovely, butterflies are dancing among the dense flowers and vegetables, and fish are swimming freely in the cool stream. The farmers worked in the fields, sweating like a pig, but they were happy.
Teacher Wang painted while talking, which was lively and interesting. An interesting vegetable garden landscape is displayed on the blackboard. Those are all kinds of fresh vegetables, and we have the urge to eat them when we look at them. We are enjoying this beautiful picture and the beautiful sentences in the text. Looking forward to it, we asked the teacher loudly, "Teacher, since the country is so beautiful and the life of growing vegetables is so interesting, can we-"Before we finished, Miss Wang seemed to understand what we meant, and she replied cheerfully, "I know what you mean. Ok, let's open up a small vegetable garden of our own! That's settled! All students who have experience in farming tools and growing vegetables come quickly! "
I don't want to grow vegetables in my garden! Students have brought tools from home and found a wasteland in a quiet corner of the campus. We remove weeds, level the land and plant rapeseed or vegetable seedlings brought from home in soft soil. Soon, lovely side dishes sprouted from the soil one by one, fresh and watery, which made people feel pity when they looked at it. We cherish this small sapling very much, for fear that every move will hurt them. We dig out earthworms from other places and put them in our vegetable fields, so that earthworms can loosen the soil for our vegetable fields. Our vegetable garden action attracted the attention of other classes, and they followed suit and planted their small vegetable gardens. The school leader praised our behavior and let uncle security patrol our vegetable garden.
Our vegetable seedlings are growing fast. You see, vegetables, eggplant, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, potatoes ... red, yellow and green are buried in the soil, which is really fruitful and dazzling. Hey, isn't this the picture left by Teacher Wang on the blackboard? Don't tell me, I really like it! The students picked vegetables, took them home, cooked rich dishes one by one, and took them to school to share and taste with them. Alas, my sweaty dishes are really different, so delicious!
Later, the class teacher sent a message in the group: Teacher Wang stopped teaching us because of physical reasons and work needs. I stare at the news in the group and really want to erase it! Tears welled up in my eyes and my heart surged. For several months, or even today, I still miss those days when I got along with Mr. Wang.
Suddenly I remembered the pastoral painting on the blackboard, the natural and unrestrained painting style of Teacher Wang, and the amiable smile of Teacher Wang. This is a beautiful scene, and she and it will be my eternal memory.
The students in our class don't seem nervous about graduation. Yesterday, the teacher forgot to hand out the papers. My good friend Shao Nanyue found out and reminded the teacher. As a result, other students complained about Shao Nanyue. This behavior has always been despised by me. Don't they just want to do less homework? Why do you hate studying so much? Doing homework is for your own good! Besides, if you don't do it on the weekend, do you want to do it next week?
Yes, it's total disgust. More than once, I heard someone say that I hope the thunder will hit the teacher's head, and that if there is a fire, the first thing to do is to burn the exercise book. For learning, if you can be lazy, you should be lazy. It is best to copy other people's ready-made answers, whether it is homework, exercises or exams. Even copying, too lazy to copy the standard complete answer, just simply copying it can't be simpler.
Although graduation is just around the corner, the students in our class have no pressure at all, at least it seems so. Even if someone is nervous, it is only a small part. When I come back from lunch, as long as there are more than five people, the classroom will be very noisy. In some classes, some people don't take the teacher seriously. They pestered me to change my position. Every time I change, I still stay in my place after class. They also messed up my position, piled up with pieces of paper, and even put some waste paper in my drawer, which annoyed me. Once, I was helping the teacher with his homework, which was a very proud thing in my own opinion, but a classmate saw it and said, "Zheng Hao, you are so poor!" "Poor? Poor what? I said to her, "this is a good thing to reduce the burden on teachers and serve the whole class." How can you say that happiness is too late? " "I don't want to batch homework. Every time I pray that the teacher will not let me approve. " She said disapprovingly. I sighed in my mind, is it not troublesome, is it not interested in learning? How selfish it is to think for yourself and refuse to pay more for others!
What the hell went wrong? Is it a defect in our education?
I brought Shao Nanyue to my house to play yesterday. Unexpectedly, I learned from my mother that I was admitted to the experimental class in the placement exam of Greentown Yuhua. I'm still a little ashamed, because I think I didn't do well in the math exam.
I just found out that my family has a classmate record. That was given to me by my teacher when I won the first prize in the calligraphy competition for English interest classes. Alas, is the classmate record filled out by everyone really what you think? Especially: "What do you think of me ..." Just like your opinion of the teacher, you dare not express your dissatisfaction in front of each other. I don't know why, but I suddenly envy the first-grade children. Although some people think they are naive, in fact, their eyes are so clear that no matter which side they look at, they leave this world with innocence and no dust. I remember, I went out to exercise that morning. I was assigned to the men's team because there was one person missing from it. I didn't think there was any problem. A classmate next to me said, "That's the men's team. Are you sure you want to stand there? "I don't know why, this time, there has been such a deep and thick gap between boys and girls? Is it true that the affection between boys and girls must be abnormal puppy love and can't be close friends? Now many things that don't seem to be worth making a fuss about will be spread as gossip. This time in graduation photo, the teacher asked two good friends to shoot together. None of our class is a male-female group. I remember when I was doing a scientific experiment on the playground, a first-grade boy and a girl walked by happily holding hands and laughing. Alas, this is the great wisdom of first-grade children. I think of some performances of "There is a Song in the Class". Those beautiful songs are accompanied by children's warm smiles and natural movements. It is a voice from the heart, a voice that is really addicted to performance. ...
Grade one children may not know as much as we do in their studies, but morally, they are teachers and we are just students. They showed us the purest and most sincere feelings in the world.
Another graduation season.
I graduated from the fifth grade. Maybe you will ask me why. The compulsory education in Shanghai in May 4th, 1999 brought up all the students who went to school in Shanghai. They graduated in grade five and entered middle school in grade six. I remember that in the year of graduation, homework increased and sleep decreased. Every exam is very important. As the final exam approaches, the teacher always takes some papers from previous years. No, this is the final math exam paper of 1 1. Seeing this paper, my heart is half cold. Once upon a time, my deskmate and I were good friends and helped each other, even if one of them suffered a little loss. But since the fifth grade, I feel different. Let's talk about this 1 1 year paper. I thought about the last question for a long time, but when it was time to hand it in, my deskmate urged me to say, "Hand it in quickly!" " "Who knows, after she finished this sentence, I really made it, but I heard her say strangely," Hey, it really made it. "Hey, you say, because this score will be recorded in the portfolio, how much has been sacrificed!
Also, I remember the graduation ceremony that year was very funny (I mean what happened in our class). That afternoon, all our fifth-grade teachers and students held a graduation ceremony. The girl who was my classmate in kindergarten but is not in the same class now has been moved to cry, and I am about to cry, but I look around, but I don't see anyone crying in the class. I endured and endured, but I cried. I've heard the phrase "Men don't cry lightly" for a long time, and the boys in Class 54 fully responded to this sentence, but-"All good children cry." Since our Chinese teacher said this sentence, it has been broken. Boys are all drooling on their faces, which is really disgusting and funny. Don't cry if you don't cry!
The most important thing is to graduate on June 1 day, when the whole class was crazy. Let me explain-
After the activities in the morning, we performed a program in the class. Two girls and I are the second performers. We are singing, and we are singing the song "Stupid" by by2. We can make a joke, all because of my indiscretion. We have an action in How Can I Be Fascinated by Him Easily? The three of us are in an inverted triangle formation (▽). If we reach out and point in all directions, it just means three English teachers. Haha, the whole class laughs. After the performance, we ate a big cake, which was not so clever before. I didn't expect to throw people away with a bang when eating cakes. Our monitor saw the teacher leave and picked up his own cake. Bang, I looked like wearing a crown, and the cake was on my head. . . . The boys saw it and were all happy! Jumping and jumping, the cake fell on the floor. After a while, the monitor shouted, "The teacher will be here in five minutes!" " "This frightened us. We saw cakes on the ground and on our bodies. We picked up a rag to wipe our bodies and cleaned them with cleaning tools. Finally, the teacher found out, but fortunately the teacher didn't say anything. Anyway, I was surprised to say, "Why didn't you wait for me when you were playing? "
It can be said that in Shanghai, there is little time with primary school students, but there is no lack of happiness. I am very grateful to my classmates. Some of them are mischievous, some are clever, and some don't study very well. I thank them. At least we are all happy together, aren't we? No matter where we are, I believe that when we pick up graduation photo and recall the stupid things and mistakes we did at that time, we will either laugh happily or feel guilty. Anyway, we have no regrets.
Composition 4 in the sixth grade graduation season is another gorgeous summer. My good friend and I went to the auditorium to watch the graduation party of the College of Liberal Arts. I was filled with emotion, and the fleeting time slipped through my fingers like a blink of an eye. The past is entangled in the chest, like an overturned five-flavor bottle, ups and downs, all come to mind. I have always been a loyal participant in the party. Whether in front of the stage or behind the scenes, the role suddenly changes, and that feeling is really difficult to express in words.
For six years, we have been silently looking forward to this beautiful rainy season, because at this time, there will be bright sunshine, colorful flowers and sweet ice cream. This is a graduation season. At that time, we will eagerly look forward to a lot of school activities, wearing gorgeous costumes or ceremonial costumes, standing in the spotlight of the auditorium and enjoying our surging passion.
Mixed feelings, watching the fire from the other side is so different from being there. I never thought about how it would feel if a party sent us away. Does graduation really mean the end? Stubborn, we don't want to admit it. Thank you for generously setting the theme for us this time. I know that this may be their respect and charity for us who have experienced it.
I didn't rehearse and rush about for this party, and I didn't contribute to the class, the student union and the college of arts. I was really a little unaccustomed at that time. In all kinds of helplessness, I used a universal excuse to prevaricate myself and deceive others. In fact, I know in my heart that it's just an escape, but I don't want to face the depression and loneliness after the prosperity. In the third year of high school, everyone went their separate ways, and it was really difficult to get everyone in the class together. Yan Min came back from Vietnam and hurried back to school as soon as he landed. Homesick Bai Xiaolu also set off for home, and my sister came from my hometown to reunite with us. As always, everyone greeted each other, joked with each other and teased each other, as if everything had returned to the original simplicity and beauty.
Looking at the lively and lovely schoolmates on the stage, like a group of clever elves, with clear eyes, tender limbs and brisk steps, I know I shouldn't envy them, take care of my lost youth and sigh at the sight of the sun, because all his glory once owned us, once we were young and once we were brilliant. I tell myself deeply that every stage of life is beautiful, young, energetic, mature and attractive. More stable, indifferent and elegant, it is also a precious gift left over for a long time.
People come and go in a hurry, the lush Xiangsi Lake and the spacious and flat asphalt road seem to leave no shallow footprints, only a bitter smile and regret. When the dust settles, we are no longer gorgeous summer flowers, but at least we have bloomed. Quiet and beautiful autumn leaves are also a noble and gorgeous beauty.
If life is a dream, four years is like a meteor across the quiet night sky, short and beautiful. How many four years can there be in life? How many four years do we have left? In two months, we will officially leave, go to work, live, study, find our place in society and find our real future. Is a new beginning, no fear, no sadness, no sadness. Whether the road ahead is sad or happy, good or bad, you must bear it yourself. When we leave the campus, we should learn to adapt, adapt and do it.
I came out of the auditorium, walked through the avenue paved with gravel, and returned to the messy and warm dormitory. I know there is not much time to stay here. Soon, we will leave forever.