Excellent composition of my alma mater 1 Goodbye to my alma mater ~ Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, six years have passed and we will leave soon, so we miss our time at school very much. Six years later, we have grown up, but going to school is a process that we can't skip all our lives, just like an eagle growing up, it will eventually leave its mother's arms. Primary school time is beautiful, naughty and ignorant. I still remember when we were in Chinese class in Grade One, the teacher asked us to read the text one by one, and it was time for me to read it. It's a heartbeat, and the result is true. I mispronounced the first word and made the whole class laugh. Obviously, the big word in this book is "tomorrow", but I read it as "today". Alas ~ I really want to laugh now, but I can't help it. When I was a child, I was nervous about any class, but I will be fine when I grow up a little. But think again, my classmates who have been with me for six years are changing little by little now. Maybe time is changing. In grade one, we were carefree and started running around the playground after class. In the third grade, there is less class time, so we can play by the willow for a while. In the fifth grade, there was so much homework that we didn't even leave the classroom for a day, so we had to read in front of books. We are not as simple as the first grade. But I am really happy to spend six years in this primary school with you.
People say that teachers are gardeners, but our teachers are our good friends. They always regard us as sincere partners, as well as enlighteners and guiding lights on our life path. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Praising the teacher is the most appropriate poem. I am about to enter junior high school. Thank you, Mr Xu. A thousand words can't express my heart, but I want to study hard and grow up. Should be your biggest reward.
Twenty years later, I have been a professor. One morning, I went to the study as usual, and the information on the big screen of the computer appeared in front of me. It turned out that my primary school alma mater invited me to visit.
I drove a limousine to the gate of Guandu Road Primary School, my alma mater. In front of me is a modern campus. The school building is very tall. There is a sheet piling under the building, which is called a paper elevator. Press the button according to the floor you need, and you will float up. In the classroom, the blackboard is now operated by the computer. Before the teacher attends class, it will automatically record the courses that the teacher wants to teach. Will be automatically displayed in class. After class, the words on the blackboard will disappear automatically. Every student has a computer on his desk, so he can relax after class. Homework, the teacher sends it to the computer. We can change what is in our desk at will. And everyone's desk is equipped with a monitor. If you cheat or make trouble, the monitor will automatically call the police.
Large playgrounds can also be used for these two purposes. If a program is performed, there are all kinds of stages and lights at the press of a button. If it is physical education class, press the "Sports Equipment" button, and sports goods and equipment will pop up from the ground. If it rains heavily, there will be a big green umbrella over the playground, which will not affect students' class at all.
Do you think our alma mater is beautiful after 20 years?
Dear alma mater, now I will enter middle school and leave your arms. I really can't bear to part with you, the teacher and the lovely classmates. Looking back on these six years, how many years have you accompanied me and grown up with me? ...
There were laughter and tears in childhood, and it was just a string of laughter. Tears have woven into my best and happiest childhood, and you have added gorgeous colors to my childhood!
Ah! My alma mater, when I entered middle school, I had endless homework. The laughter that used to be so happy in your arms gradually disappeared, and I can no longer pursue happiness to my heart's content. I can't take part in many painting competitions. When I stood in front of the classroom again, I found my painting still hanging on the wall. The sky in the picture is blue, and the flowers in the flower are pink. ...
Ah! Alma mater, how I want to stand on the stage again, dancing beautifully and singing touching songs! Looking back on six years, I stood on the stage and many people applauded. If you give me another chance, I will cherish it.
My alma mater, I am about to enter middle school. However, I will never forget you, my teacher and those naive classmates. Alma mater, goodbye, I will never forget you!
Sixth grade: Zeng Lingshi of Longshan Primary School in Jinjiang City, Quanzhou City, Fujian Province
I proudly said, "Foreign Language School is my alma mater". You are leaning under the Phoenix Mountain, and the fresh air makes us feel a new beginning. You knocked on the door of junior high school for me and opened a new chapter for me.
This hot land is where we used to get along day and night. We stand on your body, blowing the biting cold wind and feeling the military training. In the classroom, we work hard for the upcoming exams, big and small. On the battlefield of exams, we face problems together and are never afraid. Whether you are a battlefield, a home or suffering, we are all children raised by you, and we are proud of you.
Your brilliant achievements are the reason why we are here. You used to be an Olympic champion and the cradle of Singapore's publicly funded international students. How excellent your teaching quality is, modern teaching experimental equipment, far away from the hubbub, brand-new plastic playground, standard student apartment, teachers and students have created a scientific, safe and harmonious cultural atmosphere and educational environment. The school grasps the core of quality, abides by humanistic care, and carefully designs every link of school education. The education received by the school is unique, novel and lively, and students are particularly active in class.
Ah, alma mater |! Your brilliance is countless, and we hope our alma mater will be proud of us. Only by studying hard and setting a record for foreign language schools will we be the glory of foreign languages tomorrow! Abide by the rules and regulations of the school, don't embarrass the school, and make progress with teachers and classmates. The good days have just begun. Students, let's work together!
My alma mater is beautiful, just like my mother, it gives me warmth, and my achievements in the past six years come from it. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life is coming.
I can't forget my teacher! I have lived here for six years and will graduate in a blink of an eye. You made me grow from an ignorant little girl to a youthful teenager. I'm like a drift bottle. From grade one to grade six, the teacher filled me with knowledge, and I will start a new journey. For six years, you have been teaching me from point, horizontal, vertical and skimming to addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. You are like a gardener, watering the flowers of the motherland diligently; You are like a candle, burning yourself, but illuminating everyone's journey; Just like chalk, you pass on your knowledge to everyone, but you use it up bit by bit; You taught us to be moral, ambitious and patriotic.
Can't forget-my alma mater! You are like a broad-minded mother, and I am like a flower, a grass, a tree and a stone in this campus. You gave me care and nourished my growth day by day. Now, when I grow up, I will leave this campus and my relatives who have been with me for six years. I can't forget the laughter on the playground, the teacher's inculcation, and everything here.
I can't forget my classmates! Everyone plays together on the playground every day; In tug-of-war, cheer together; When studying, work hard together. Now we have to part ways and go our separate ways. When you graduate, please take my blessing, study hard and work hard. Alma mater, I will never forget you, because you made me work hard today, and I will always remember today's achievements!
Going back to my alma mater six times is my long-awaited wish. This day has finally arrived.
That morning, I rode my homemade Mi You flying bike to my original primary school. I put down my bike and entered the school gate. The first thing I saw was a big flower bed. I was surprised: hey, when did a big flower bed be built here? Where are those little flower beds? When I was surprised, someone patted me on the shoulder. When I looked back, it turned out to be my old classmate Jin Wei. He told me that he became the principal of this school, and because of his advanced technology, he built this big flower bed.
Later, he took me to visit the teaching building. When I saw these new villas, I couldn't help thinking of those small and broken houses in the past: some tiles on the roof were broken into pieces; The window is not beautiful, and there is a lot of dust on it. As soon as the wind blows, they begin to fly. The walls are dark and very rough; The door is a little bad, too. It's still very laborious to open it with a gentle push. But now it has become such a new villa: the roof is flat, there are no tiles, there are lightning rods on it, and the walls are white and smooth to the touch. The door sparkled in the sun. But even if the door is painted, it won't be as bright and smooth as it is now.
Ah! School, my mother, I wish you more beautiful, more youthful and purer.
When I entered the school gate, the first thing I saw was the bamboo culture corridor, which was engraved with poems about bamboo, Jiabin. The vines around the promenade are crystal clear and beautiful. Every autumn, the lush vines are covered with clusters of grapes, which are crystal clear and beautiful. Students read books, practice gymnastics and play hide-and-seek in the long corridor.
Further on, there is a small pavilion. Every afternoon, students speak English and play games there. The pavilion was filled with laughter. Walking, a fresh and intoxicating fragrance came to the nose. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a small "heart-shaped" pond. In the middle of the pond, water lilies in bud add interest to the campus. On the edge of the small pond are rows of black and white goose stones, which set off the water lilies in the pond more charming, like a shy girl dancing in the breeze. There is also a stone step in the middle of the pond, which leads to the opposite rockery. After class, the students played on the rockery, and even the fish in the water was moved by this scene and swayed with the students. The small bamboo forest next to it is more relaxing. That bamboo always tells us to be as tough, straight and upward as it is, not afraid of difficulties. Don't you feel relaxed and lingering in this state?
In this school, I spent six happy primary school years and established a deep friendship with my classmates and teachers. It is my alma mater, which is loaded with my happy childhood memories-Caida Attached to Primary School!
Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I am going to bid farewell to my alma mater, and I feel a little sad.
For me, although my alma mater is just an ordinary primary school, there are six wonderful memories of me here, and I will never forget them. These memories will be treasured in my heart forever, and nothing can replace them.
One day six years ago, my father led me into this subject. However, in this learning process, I made many good friends. Pistachio Jiang Yanfang; Tomboy Nie Zhen; Bookworm Cao Jinyao ... I think it's enough for me to know so many intimate friends in my primary school career, and I dare not expect any more.
At the same time, in this colorful campus, we also left the laughter of each of us and the songs we left behind.
I will cherish these priceless memories in my heart forever.
Goodbye to my dear alma mater; Goodbye, my dear teacher; Goodbye to my campus; Say goodbye to my primary school life. You will always be a milestone in my heart.
I love my alma mater. Because there are not only my happy memories, but also my ideal seeds, I will swear to my alma mater here that I will try my best to realize my dream of blue sky and white clouds. Looking for my writing career, as people often say, where there is a will, there is a way.
Early in the morning, Lin stepped into the campus. The flowers are so bright, the grass is so green, there is no noise on the playground, only the sound of running streams, and everything is quiet. Lin walked up the familiar stairs and into the familiar class. "Yao, you grow taller again! See if I don't pull you down! " "How did you come so early?" Lin asked doubtfully. "It's not because today is the last day!" Yi Yao pouted unhappily. Lin was silent. In a few hours, everything familiar will be far away from her, and this will soon be her alma mater.
The bell rang and the teacher came into the classroom in high heels. "Classmates, you will graduate soon. You are my first class ... whoops, we have been together for five years, and we are going to part ~ "The teacher began to cry sadly. Lin bowed her head and shed tears like a broken bead. She wiped her tears with her cuffs and sobbed, "Teachers and classmates, I can't bear to part with you ..."
All the souvenirs have been distributed, so everyone packed their schoolbags and prepared to leave the campus where they stayed for five years. "Lin, let's go after school!" Yi Yao blinked. "hmm!" Lin sniffed the nose, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, put on her schoolbag, and took Yi Yao's hand and walked to the school gate. Lin stopped suddenly. "What's the matter, Lin?" "After leaving school, it is estimated that I will never come again!" Yi Yao nodded slightly: "Nalin, I will count to 1, 2, 3, and we will run out together." " 1,2,3!" Lin took Yi Yao's arm and they walked out of the door of their alma mater together. This may be the last precious memory of their primary school career!
Excellent composition of my alma mater 10 I left quietly, just as I came quietly, I waved my sleeves without taking away a faded color.
/kloc-when I was 0/6 years old, I quietly walked out of my alma mater, just like Mr. Zhimo. Although I was disappointed, I went out for my future.
16 years old is a curious age for a girl, and I am no exception. Therefore, I reminisce about my alma mater like Mr. Shima. He went back to his alma mater and saw its beautiful scenery again, while I recalled it.
In my junior high school life, it was like a mixed bottle. In that bottle, there are beautiful memories, sad things to follow, heroic smiles when you are happy, silent tears when you are sad, comfort when you are gentle, and severe reprimands ... In short, in those 1000 days, there are too many memories for me to count, and those memories are like pearls I have used.
16 years old, I am less naive and more calm about life. Therefore, I have always kept my memory of my alma mater in my heart. I will make infinite preparations for my new journey and strive to make myself bloom in our own wonderful moments.
Time flies, just as I did at that time, I will try not to leave myself a little regret.
My Alma Mater's Excellent Composition 1 1 My Alma Mater's Road I want to say to you: "During my six years at my alma mater, I have both the joy of success and the tears of sadness."
In the second grade, I joined the Young Pioneers with honor. I skipped you when I was wearing a bright red scarf on my chest. At that time, it seemed that only you knew the joy of my success. When I was in the third grade, I did badly in the math exam once. I walked past you and cried sadly. When you saw me sad, a gust of wind blew, as if to say, "Don't lose heart, son, I believe you." After listening to your encouragement, I studied hard and finally got a good score of 100 in the final exam. I was elected monitor by my classmates and "three good students" by the school. With a certificate of commendation in his hand and a squadron leader's certificate hanging on his arm, I feel indescribable joy in my heart.
Now I'm in the sixth grade. I walk on you with heavy steps. I'll say goodbye to you later. I will never forget you. In these six years, what you left me was the joy of success and the tears of sadness.
The time of excellent composition 12 of my alma mater seems to be fleeting. I will graduate from primary school in a blink of an eye! Qingqing campus left me few memories. My alma mater, my teachers and classmates who live together day and night, how much I miss all this!
Goodbye, my beautiful campus! Everything here is so familiar and kind to me. The grassy playground once left us the footprints of running and playing; The rostrum of the five-star red flag is the place where I once raised the flag gloriously; And the dreamy wisteria frame. It's time for another year to bloom. Does wisteria full of trees mean that your alma mater is fruitful this year? All this will be a memory in my heart forever!
Goodbye, my dear classmates! I can't forget the time we passed together, the profound friendship between us, our hard work in the ocean of knowledge, the storms we experienced together, the failure of getting up together ... these memories are played back in my mind like DVDs. Although we are about to leave, the good times we have passed together will never fade!
Goodbye, my dear teachers! Like a gardener, you water our grass with knowledge; Like a compass, you show us the way forward; You are like a candle, burning yourself selflessly and offering yourself! How much hard sweat you have shed for us! We will always remember your every instruction!
All good things must come to an end, and parting is an indispensable part of growing up. Alma mater, you are like your mother, giving us endless warmth and care, making us more determined and brave on the road of growth. When I left, I said to you affectionately, "I will come back to see you, my alma mater, my beloved alma mater!" " "
Excellent composition of my alma mater 13 The school gate is big and dark, next to which is a small door for people to enter and exit. It looks so artistic.
When I entered the school gate, I saw that the wall of the teaching building on the left was covered with awards, large and small, all of which were honors won by the school! There is an unknown little tree under the wall. Looking at it, I suddenly remembered the excitement when I first stepped into the school gate. Crossing the asphalt road, I came to the white statue with three teenagers engraved on it. Those three teenagers are high-spirited, energetic and full of positive spirit. Isn't this what our alma mater expects of us? Next to the statue, several teaching buildings are showing their new postures in the sun. White walls, purple tiles and long corridors feel like a palace.
Listen, the bell is ringing. A dozen children on the boulevard are jumping on a long rope. A little boy is inattentive. He tripped over the long rope. The pupils around smiled kindly. The little boy stood up, blushed and jumped up again. Of course, for the sake of the collective, we have also worked hard and struggled.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, the school held a singing party. That day, our class appeared in front of classmates and teachers in Tang suit. In order to win the affirmation of the judges and teachers, I sang loudly at the top of my lungs. The teacher is still in command, and warns us with gestures when encountering mistakes. When we see the teacher working hard with us, we sing harder. Finally, we won the highest award "Best Performance and Similarity Award". The students jumped and jumped happily. Although their voices were hoarse, their hearts were full of joy.
Alma mater! I am very grateful for your education, and I will remember you and everything here. Goodbye, alma mater!
Seven years ago, I just came to your side. Today, I will leave you. Please allow me to say goodbye to you for the last time! If you are a meadow, then we have played here; If you are a pond, then we have played here; If you are the blue sky, then we learned to fly here! I can't forget everything on campus; I can't forget the sincere wishes of my classmates when I left; I can't forget the neat rows of tables and chairs in the classroom; I can't forget the teacher's instruction under the pine shade; What is even more unforgettable is that you have filled an ignorant child with the power of knowledge!
Goodbye, my alma mater! Although we are naughty sometimes, we don't want you to worry; Although we sometimes have fun, we don't want you to worry. When I was a child, I grew up under your care. If there was no you in the past, how could I have today's glory?
Six years just slipped away in a hurry. I really want to cherish it, but it's too late, but I firmly believe that the door of my alma mater will always be open to me!
Six years of primary school passed like water, and we grew from an innocent child to a knowledgeable teenager. I feel infinite sadness and attachment at the thought of leaving my alma mater.
The red plastic track is still lying quietly, as if telling me the previous story: the first sports meeting, the playground was crowded with people, which was the most spectacular scene I have ever seen; On the day I joined the team, the teacher announced that I had become a young pioneer and put on that bright red scarf. I am very happy in my heart ... I have been watching this runway for six years, and today I really saw the scene of playing with my friends before. How time flies. I have complained several times that time is too slow, and I look forward to graduation every day ... I am too stupid to go back. Why don't I cherish it? Looking forward to graduating early, why don't you feel sad now?
Now, even the rows of big trees seem so kind, maybe six years have passed, and nothing has changed much, but they have been with me for six years, and we are old friends! In spring, a small flower grows under the tree; In summer, my classmates and I hide under the tree to enjoy the cool; In autumn, I stood under the tree and waited for a while to see if I could adjust some fruits on the tree. In winter, when all the leaves are gone, the students on duty and I are sweeping the leaves now ... and there are scenes of snails in rainy days. What happened to the little snail I took as a prisoner? I'm sorry for my ignorance. Please forgive me. ...
The fruit of midsummer is about to mature, but my friendship with my friends has borne a huge fruit in my heart. We are about to part ways, we meet, remember the entrustment of our alma mater, and hold up the sun of tomorrow with our youth and wisdom. Twenty years later, we have become the pillars of the motherland. Let's say to our alma mater: Alma mater, teachers, we have not failed your hopes!