Memories of six years of primary school life

Another dandelion is ripe-when the wind blows-we will go our separate ways, under the same blue sky-and we will pursue our dreams. Yes, time flies. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life flew by in a hurry, and I was about to step into the middle school gate. I have an indescribable taste in my heart, but I feel a little reluctant to part with my teachers and classmates, as well as the familiar and cordial campus. And a loving six-year class (your class).

The life of my alma mater

In the life of my alma mater, I felt the teacher's selfless dedication, just like a piece of chalk turned to dust for others, but I lived a three-dimensional life. I realized the sincerity of friendship: helping each other, giving timely help in the snow, and watering the fields of friendship with full blood.

Classroom memory

We planted seeds six times in six hopeful springs; We harvested six times in six yellow autumn. We have endured six intense summer exercises and six severe winter tests. Please don't forget this interesting time. ...

Say goodbye to graduation

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 month, I will study hard and forge ahead bravely; Let life smile once and let life surge once. Take out the best results to repay the cultivation of my alma mater.