The moon is curved, bringing tenderness;
The bell clangs and takes away the sound;
We set out on a sunny day to see who will arrive first, because there is not enough room for us to grow;
Let's spread our wings and fly to see who succeeded earlier, because it is full of beautiful dreams.
Of course, it can also be modified.
2. It's like water has been flowing for several years.
Six years. What an unforgettable six years!
Remember that time we had fun in the corridor?
Remember that time when we read aloud in the classroom?
Remember that time when we stood solemnly on the playground?
This will never happen again.
An amiable teacher.
Those innocent and lovely classmates
The teaching building full of our childhood.
Are deeply branded in my heart.
Spring rain, dribs and drabs, arouses the ripples of missing; Continuous spring rain, continuous, always holding our alma mater!
At the moment of heartache, I left.
I will graduate from primary school soon.
The departure of primary school
I dare not face it.
I don't want to face it.
Listen to other people's voices
The moment of parting
My heart hurts ... it hurts.
I seem to hear something broken in my body.
When facing the teacher
I said it hundreds of times in my mind.
Teacher, thank you for your hard work.
But I can't say it.
When facing classmates.
Want to hold her and cry together
But I can only sit quietly.
Watch and watch.
Tears came down.
I don't know what will happen after we graduate.
But I know
I
My heart hurts.
What the hell does that mean?
I don't understand.
Best friends come one after another.
All summer.
Leave me?
I hate this summer.
When I finished writing,
Really.
It really hurts. ......
4. Farewell Author: Yang Mu's life is so far away from Tianshan Mountain, how urgent it is for me to ride a horse. I'm going after my horse. What do you want to catch the last bus to send you? The ice and snow are too cold, the sand is too hot, the weeds are too hot, and the streams wither easily. The sunset is so poetic, but it's a little too much like blood. People in Tianshan Mountain will always leave other rain or shine. Like this grassland, there is only one heart, and the residual snow has gone. The earth is not the center, so you can say goodbye anywhere. Don't beat the drums on the same drum surface, give you a background to connect with future thoughts.
5. This is a bit long. Writing a composition is ok.
Swallows spread their wings and eagles soar, which is the bird's yearning for the blue sky: the stream gurgles and the waves roll, which is the river's singing to the ocean; The rich fragrance of rice is the earth's imagination of everything and the hope of our alma mater! Teacher, our alma mater is about to leave you and put away our past frolicking. We walked quietly through every corner of the campus. You see, the sunny classroom, how many times to listen to our lectures, the book sounds loud, you see, the silent blackboard, how many times to write about us, the secret recipe of knowledge, you see, the wide and flat playground, how many times we stopped, how many times laughter floated by, how many times the bell reminded us to cherish time, alma mater. When I walked into you again, how many years flowed in our hearts, which I can't forget. When you are confused, you can't forget the teacher's words. When I fell down, I couldn't forget the helping hand extended by my classmates. When I failed, teachers encouraged my eyes one by one. When I succeeded, my classmates applauded warmly for my alma mater. How can I thank you, teacher? We will. The most gratifying smile blooms on your face. Your heart beats for our teacher all the time. How can every child in my class thank your teacher? We are about to graduate for five years, and these five years shine gently in our eyes. What's so hard about beating you? You are a gardener with grass in your head, and you are a doctor and teacher with psychological injury! It is difficult for you to integrate into such a group with a southern accent and a northern accent with gentle love, and it is also difficult for you to tolerate such a group of slowly growing children with warm heart. Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 2, Grade 6 thank you? Teacher, we are about to graduate. Please have a drink. How many times have you lost your voice because of us? Please put down your pen, teacher. How many times have you exhausted your eyesight for us? Teacher, please sit down for a while. How can you hold on just after hanging the bottle? Teacher, please have a good rest. When your children grow up, they will never forget that you helped us move forward in every ditch. I still remember that in math class, you patiently explained everything, which is the cornerstone of our rise. A little success makes you cry. From walking lightly to getting old, you left the most wonderful chapter in our life on the road of growth. Teacher, how to make every child thank you for your blessing? No matter how sincere the language is, it can't stop our deep thoughts. All this seems to have just begun, as if it was yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, we will part. Goodbye, alma mater, you gave me a colorful life. Goodbye, teacher, you gave me nourishment of life. Goodbye, alma mater, you gave me love and sunshine.
There is always something good in this, come on ~