I love our school. She is my ladder to success and my road to success. Here, teachers accept all the knowledge and place all their hopes on us. In class, the teacher gives us vivid knowledge; After class, my classmates and I think seriously and finish the tasks assigned by the teacher together. Our school has trained groups of outstanding students.
This is my school, a beautiful and vibrant garden, a refreshing world, and a paradise where I grew up.
I love you, alma mater.
I walked around the campus under the green trees and looked at all the familiar things around me. The past is vivid, and my attachment is hard to restrain. Ah, alma mater! Six years, studying here, laughing here, everything here is so kind. And how can I not miss the idea of being apart from you?
Do you still remember the school gate? Six years ago, the teacher led us childish children into the campus with warm hands. From then on, we studied and lived here, growing from an ignorant child to a youthful teenager. It was the teacher's painstaking efforts that brought us up.
The school playground, you won't forget, is here, the teacher tied a red scarf with martyr's blood around my neck, making me a glorious young pioneer. Since then, I have understood that loving the motherland, studying hard and caring for the collective are the basic principles that all our students should abide by. The kind words of the teacher are still ringing in my ears.
On the blackboard in the classroom, tell us how the teacher tried his best to impart knowledge to us and let our wings grow up gradually. Whenever there is a new leap in learning, the teacher's satisfied smile is the best praise for us.
This is my teacher, my alma mater. The moment of parting is getting closer and closer, but I feel that our connection is getting closer and closer. No matter how long time has passed, primary school life will never be erased in my heart. Take care here-dear teacher, dear alma mater, our hearts will always be together.