Goodbye to my alma mater if I were a bird spreading its wings in the blue sky, my alma mater gave me wings; If I am a tall tree, it is my alma mater that gives me nutrients; If I am a brave warrior, it is my alma mater that gives me the motivation to move forward; This is my alma mater, my alma mater!
Six years, we spent six years together, laughing together, crying together, being crazy together and having fun together. I can still remember the old days, but I never thought that we would be separated by several papers, by our friendship, by our family and by our teacher-student love.
Remember, when we are tired, there will be a shoulder for you to lean on; When we cry, there will be a hug for you to drill; When we laugh, someone will laugh with you; But when graduation approaches and you cry, who will give you a hug? Because, everyone cried ...
I am very grateful to all of you, thank you for your friends who go through fire and water for me; Thanks to those opponents who taught me to grow up; Thanks to the teachers who gave me knowledge, and even more thanks for giving me blessings on my birthday; In this world of thousands of families, it is difficult to meet each other, and it is even more difficult to be a classmate. I should be glad that I met you, and you are willing to tolerate all my shortcomings. ...
We stayed in this warm campus for six years. It is like our home. Wherever we go, it smells familiar. I still remember how many times we sat around in the shade of that big banyan tree and talked about trivial things in our lives, and how many times we laughed and played in the corridor and sat in our seats just one second before the bell rang, giving each other a tacit smile?
I am about to graduate, and I misunderstood my classmates. Once complained to the teacher, it was gone; I have done many childish things, but I still keep them in mind and string them into wonderful movies, ready to be released at any time. ...
Goodbye, my dear alma mater, wait for me, wait for me to come back to see you with all my pride, and wait to be proud of me!
Goodbye alma mater composition 600 words Sixth grade alma mater, what a kind name, what a warm place. You are the cradle of my growth and the place I will never forget. I can't help feeling disappointed at the thought of saying goodbye to you soon.
Goodbye, my alma mater, a place full of memories for me.
In class, I can always hear the sweet sound of reading-"There is no end to learning", "Teenagers don't know how to learn early, but they regret learning late" ... In this sound of reading, we in daily growing. When class is over, I can always hear a happy greeting: "Xiao Yang, come and play!" " "Followed by the laughter of the young. ...
Goodbye, my alma mater, a place where I am full of gratitude.
Whenever I feel sad and lost because of my unsatisfactory exam results, the teacher will always patiently enlighten me and help me find out the reasons, so that my academic performance can climb step by step; Whenever I do something wrong nervously, the teacher always smiles and says to me, "Never mind, just change it next time"; Whenever I feel wronged and sad because of being wronged, it is the teacher who comes forward to help me solve my worries and comfort my injured heart with warm words. As the saying goes, "a teacher for a day, a father for life", all the teachers in my alma mater, as well as the aunts in the canteen and the old ladies in the concierge, thank you for your hard work in the past five years!
Goodbye, my alma mater, a place full of nostalgia for me.
The tall teaching building records the ups and downs of my five-year study and life; The green lawn has preserved my laughter for five years; The interesting lecture hall witnessed my wonderful performance in the open class in the past five years ... Ah, every corner of the beautiful campus has my growing footprints.
I am about to leave this lovely place that gives me good memories, makes me full of gratitude and makes me reluctant to part. Ah, I have mixed feelings ... I will always remember you wherever I go. My alma mater, I love you!
Time flies like water, flapping its invisible wings forever. Six years of primary school life is like seasoning, bittersweet and salty. Now, my primary school days are coming to an end. Although I am disappointed, I still have to say goodbye to my alma mater.
Looking down from the corridor, the alma mater is still so beautiful. That big banyan tree has grown taller than the teaching building, and it is flourishing. It witnessed my six-year growth and how I changed from an ignorant child to a wise and sensible sunshine teenager. In the first grade, I like to run under the banyan tree, listen to the beautiful sound of the wind dancing through the leaves, and step on the little spots leaking from the leaves. Or jump in the shade, jump rope, read a book, or whisper with the big banyan tree. I don't know how many wonderful campus times this big banyan tree has spent with me. But now, whenever I stare at this "elder", there is always a little sadness of parting.
I can't forget my Class Six (X). Today, we are not so naive, but our friendship is still so pure. I remember once, when I was chatting with several classmates, one of them casually said, "I will graduate if I fight again." Maybe we will never meet again. " Suddenly, the sadness of parting welled up in my heart. The next year, Class Six (X) was full of people, not us. Looking at the familiar classroom and touching the clean desk, the book sounds soft and pleasant in the morning and afternoon; The group report in moral class is rich and colorful; In the debate, the angry words, swords and shadows surged, and the teachers' vivid and serious teaching was unforgettable. Six years of classmates' affection and teachers' affection must be the most precious wealth in my life.
Witness my dribs and drabs, it must be that my alma mater has my growth footprint. It was you who accompanied me for six years, sheltered me from the wind and rain, and gave me sunshine and rain; You gave me countless firsts: the first time I wore a red scarf, the first time I won an award at school, and the first time I gave a speech in the whole school ..... It seems that it was only yesterday, and I still remember it vividly. If anyone let me have all these achievements, it is the cultivation of my alma mater. It is you who have discovered the bright spot of every Jingxiu student, so that every Jingxiu student can bloom in your arms.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." I will knock on the middle school door. No matter where I am, I will never forget that I am a Jingxiu student, and I am proud of it! Goodbye, alma mater!
Farewell to the Alma Mater Composition 600 words The sixth grade has come and gone four times in a hurry, and the six-year primary school life will soon draw a colorful full stop. Six years of primary school life is like a beautiful picture, depicting your happy childhood; It is also like a euphemistic music, playing my beautiful fantasy; More like a gorgeous bouquet, it exudes intoxicating fragrance and is memorable.
The picture of xx unfolds, and lovely smiling faces bloom. Isn't that the scene when we participated in the tug-of-war last year? While listening to the teacher's command, the students hooked their feet and struggled to pull the rope back. The perfect command of the teacher and the unity and cooperation of the students finally fell to us. Rhythm, cheers and shouts have been engraved on the playground for a long time, engraved in this charming picture, and everything is hidden in our hearts like a shadow. Always attached to our hearts, like a light shining in our hearts, more like a mark, branded in our hearts.
Listen, melodious music is playing, and crisp sounds come and go. Isn't that the scene of our class debate? Some people fight for sincere honesty, while others are flexible in dealing with white lies. Looking at white lies, there is a tendency to retreat, but I don't know how to kill a general halfway and try to turn the tide. In the end, the two sides tied, shook hands and made peace, and both sides smiled at each other. Everything is under debate. The notes in the fun are our heated debates, our laughter and euphemistic music, which have always fascinated me.
Smell it, the fragrance of flowers is fascinating. Spring breeze is coming, isn't that the scene of our class get-together? This is the get-together of the last class in our class on Friday, so we won't delay our study. The students showed their abilities, singing and dancing, playing and frolicking, which made us laugh. The flowers in the school and the books in the classroom are intoxicating.
The intoxicating fragrance and laughter drifted far away ... Six years of primary school life, six years of ups and downs, six years of memories, we also had laughter and tears, joy and bitterness, and I will never forget these six years forever. Goodbye, my classmate; Goodbye to my teacher; Goodbye, my dear alma mater!