Introduction: Don’t think of yourself so well and think of others so bad. At the same time, don’t think of others as so good and underestimate yourself. Below I will introduce to you an article about being grateful to my alma mater and university. You are welcome to read and refer to it! Thank you to my alma mater and university 1
Maybe you don’t know my alma mater yet! My alma mater is a private school with lush flowers and trees and a small Great Wall. We played in that school for three whole years...
The name of my alma mater is "Chongqing Beicheng Painting and Calligraphy Bilingual School" "Every inch of my time there is extremely beautiful and irreplaceable. Maybe it's because it is a private school. There are only more than a hundred people in the whole school, and our class is 10%2.5 of them.
I have many best friends in the class, such as Yuan Ziyao, Zeng Hui, Wang Jing and so on. Maybe it’s because of my popularity, or maybe it’s because of my personality or my outstanding academic performance. During the three years of studying painting and calligraphy in Beicheng, I served as the monitor for two years. The teacher wanted to cultivate my management skills. , so there is no disciplinary committee in our class. When the teacher is not there or the teacher can't control it, I have to "step forward". There are many "naughty ghosts" in our class, and the most naughty ones are the three heroes. . 1. Ten Thousand Years of Stink (Tian Pei) He is always dirty, and sometimes he doesn’t even take a bath once a week. His drawers are messy and smelly, so his classmates gave him the nickname "Ten Thousand Years of Stink". 2. Eight-treasure porridge (Zhou Zhiyu) Zhou Zhiyu is often scolded by the teacher for being naughty, but he has a characteristic. When the teacher talks about him, he looks like he wants to cry or not. His eyes are slanted, and he doesn't know whether he is looking outside or at the ceiling. .
However, as soon as his expression comes out, it means that he is angry or about to cry. 3. "Sissy" (Chen Wei) He is the "funny star" of our class and is good at acting like a sissy. His motto is "Ouch! Don't be so fierce!" He sounds a bit like an ancient eunuch! The name Chen Wei was given to me by my best friend Yuan Ziyao... I changed seats that day, and it happened to be Yaoyao and Chen Wei's turn to sit at the same table. During math class, they had a quarrel. Before I could recover, Chen Wei cried, and while crying, he said: Why do you call me sissy, and I call you daddy! I started crying. After class, I was called to the office by the class teacher. After asking about the whole process, I let them go. Of course, a gossip like me was the first to know the news! When I saw Chen Wei and Yaoyao coming out of the office, I rushed to the classroom without stopping and made the news known to the world! Hahahaha, when I was halfway through the announcement, I saw Chen Wei walking into the classroom crying. As the squad leader, how could I not stop crying? So I tried my best to drink milk and made Chen Wei laugh. This monitor was pretty good after all!
My alma mater, what I miss the most are my classmates. If that classmate sees this article of mine, please be sure to call me back or QQ! Gratitude to Alma Mater University 2
Liaoyang No. 6 Middle School Primary School—my alma mater. I am leaving my alma mater in a few months. Like my parents, it has nurtured me during my six years of study and has developed a very strong relationship with me. Now I think about leaving my alma mater, which has nurtured me for many years. , I couldn’t help but feel a little reluctant and bitter in my heart.
My school is located on Beishao Street. It was founded in 1963. In August 2003, it merged with Shuguang Primary School to establish a 9-year consistent school.
Time flies. I have spent six years studying in the primary school of my alma mater without knowing it. I am about to graduate. During these six years, we have had laughter, pain, and anger. There are also teachers who care and love us like mothers.
My alma mater is the most majestic in my heart. Although it has two tall teaching buildings and a wide playground, it has laid the second step of classroom for us in life. Let me take the first step towards becoming a talent in life. There are flowers, plants and trees everywhere in my alma mater. In spring, the flowers bloom and exude an alluring fragrance. The big trees with green leaves shade us from the sun and coolness. Like a hard-working gardener-teacher-mother-I love you, my alma mater, even to every corner of you. Campus is a paradise of knowledge and a space for growth. The tall teaching building is like two sailing ships, carrying us to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
I still remember when I was in first grade, I wanted to grow up quickly, learn more knowledge, and contribute great strength to the motherland when I grow up. But now that I have grown up, I feel nostalgic and unforgettable about my alma mater, teachers and classmates. I love my alma mater because there I learned knowledge, friendship, morality, unity, which laid the foundation and hope for the construction of the motherland in the future.
I had three teachers from one year to six years. The name of the teacher who taught me from one year to three years was Jin Mingrui. The teacher was very good to me. I remember that I was in first grade. When I was in the second grade, I only scored 70 or 80 points. When I was in the second grade, I took the first place. I know that it was the teacher's careful training and patient teaching that made my grades go to a higher level.
The teacher who taught me from three to four years was named Han. He was also very kind to me and was very kind to every classmate, making us feel very cordial.
From five years to now, Teacher Na Ying has taught us hard. I heard that Teacher Na Ying is the most knowledgeable teacher in the school. Although the teacher is very strict, we all know it well. We know that the teacher is doing it for our own good. Teacher Na Ying often cries for us, which makes us feel uncomfortable when we see it.
The teacher is like the spring breeze and drizzle, nourishing us with her bit by bit, allowing us to grow vigorously and let us have a glorious future and great ideals!
My beloved alma mater—the palace of ideals! ! ! Thanks to my alma mater and university 3
Today, I graduated from elementary school! There are graduation certificates and award certificates, which include the selfless help of classmates, the diligent guidance of teachers, and the passionate encouragement of parents. My own sweat and tears are also immersed in it. Today is the last time I sit in the classroom and listen to the teacher's speech. I look at the green trees outside the window and have endless reverie in my heart.
This teaching building with a blue roof and yellow walls, the flat and wide playground, the five-star red flag waving in the wind------everything on this campus looks so beautiful and friendly. The memory of my alma mater is no longer piles of test papers, but full of happy childhood days.
The black fence, tall poplar trees, tall and lush green bamboos, and the closed small east gate are always so familiar, but I am about to be far away from here. Many years from now, everything I am familiar with here may become unfamiliar again.
How happy I was to laugh, run, and play on the playground in the breeze! But all this seemed to be blown away by the wind; I tried hard to recall, and one scene after another appeared in front of my eyes. In these six years, there have been joyful laughter, bitter tears, frustration of failure, and joy of success. Looking back on the past, each crooked footprint and each slightly green fruit is my experience in the six years I spent in the primary school affiliated to the University of Science and Technology of China.
The bell rang, leaving school. I slowly walked out of the teaching building and stared at the podium, letting the low-hanging willow branches brush my face. Facing these familiar plants and trees, I walked backwards, getting further and further away from it step by step. Suddenly, there was a feeling that it was so far away from me; I don’t know why I thought so, maybe because I no longer belonged to it, and an inexplicable bitterness arose in my heart.
I reluctantly walked out of the school gate, stood outside the fence, and silently stared at the quiet campus. There was no one there, only the lonely wind lingered on the runway, whispered in the flower beds, and swayed on the swings. Swing up. After leaving the teacher and classmates, I suddenly felt lonely and helpless. I feel like a lonely boat floating alone in the vast ocean of life.
Six years of friendship and six years of teacher-student relationship will never be forgotten and will always be engraved in my heart. Classmate friends of six years, when can we meet again! As my mentor for six years, please let me say to you once again: Thank you!
After leaving my alma mater, I wanted to cry and laugh.
Laugh, I have successfully completed this phase of my life; cry, when will I see my dear teachers and classmates again! But I didn't cry or laugh, because I knew there was still a long way to go! Gotta go------!
Farewell, my teacher! Farewell, my classmates! Farewell, my alma mater! I will be nostalgic, I will miss it. The grapes on the wisteria frame surrounded by greenery are ripe, and the cicadas on the treetops sang a farewell song for me!