An ordinary blackboard, if you devote your life's efforts, will become a bright light to illuminate your life; An ordinary piece of chalk, if it is full of heartfelt love, will become a magic wand to guide your destiny. And this person is the teacher.
Do you remember that our teacher used to be very persuasive on the podium? Suddenly, her brow wrinkled slightly, and big drops of cold sweat oozed from her pale face, but she still endured the pain and continued her class. At lunch time, she patiently explained the problems to her classmates over and over again. When the students suddenly realized, she also showed a gratified smile, only to find that the vegetable bucket was empty. No wonder some people say, "Teachers are the noblest profession in the world".
Although the word "friend" may be a bit crude for us, friendship is undoubtedly our greatest gain. Our friendship is the purest, because our hearts are as transparent as crystal.
Do you remember that when a series of difficult problems surrendered to our writing and became our losers, we couldn't help cheering, but attracted the surprised eyes of the students around us; When a classmate fell down unintentionally, we helped him up and back to the classroom. The next day he came to the classroom in plaster, and we helped him with books and rice. Sometimes, we will be flushed and nervous because of a little thing, but the next day, we will play games together and be active in the playground. Childhood is also colorful because of these episodes.
And our dear alma mater has brought us too much honor and glory.
Do you still remember the graceful dance team and the melodious chorus? The hockey team is agile and vigorous, and the track and field team is full of energy ... countless winters and summers, countless sun and wind blows. And countless trophies and certificates are the witness and reward of their efforts.
And what should we leave for our alma mater?
Childhood is an open-minded burden. What you hide when you are a child can be touched when you grow up. Let's touch knowledge, virtue, joy and a grateful heart in the future-thank teachers, friendship and alma mater!
2. Thanksgiving High School Alma Mater 100 Hello, the history blog answers for you:
Looking back, the time of the soul is going backwards. When I was a child, my life was mixed. All I know is sweetness, pride, willfulness, and I got my clothes. However, there is more than sweetness in life. After going to school, I understood this, so I became humble and learned to face setbacks and difficulties. In the life of my alma mater, I gradually understood the true meaning of life: a person may not be as great as a historical monument, but he must struggle all his life; A person is not as smart as a wise man to observe the world, but he should know how to love life and have it. In the life of my alma mater, I felt the teacher's selfless dedication, just like a piece of chalk turned to dust for others, but I lived a three-dimensional life. In the life of my alma mater, I realized the sincerity of friendship: helping each other, giving timely help in the snow, and watering the fields of friendship with full blood. Now, I am about to graduate and bid farewell to my lovely alma mater. I can only turn my reluctant attachment into ambition and try my best to repay my alma mater: in the remaining month, I will study hard and forge ahead bravely; Let life bloom in a smile, let life surge in the tide. Take out the best results to repay the cultivation of my alma mater.
We are about to bid farewell to our alma mater. Before we say goodbye, I greet the morning sunshine, put my hands together, close my eyes, stand on tiptoe, let the light and heat burn a touch in my heart, and say "cherish" to my alma mater, teachers and classmates affectionately.
3. In the sixth grade, I thanked my alma mater for her composition. 100 words. Dear alma mater: Hello! There is nothing in the sky, but why can it comfort me? It is hope. The earth is always silent, but why can it give me strength? Tough, isn't it? Alma mater, standing on the tail of the sixth grade, I gently confess to you. I still remember that when summer suddenly came, my sixth grade ended like this. New classrooms, new teachers, new opportunities and new challenges. The past is like smoke and dust, and the past can be counted. If I compare the happiness and emotion of these six years to wealth, I will definitely be with Bill? Gates is as rich; If I turn my attachment and reluctance to you into a treasure at this moment, then I am better than Bill? Gates is still rich and moved, but he always thinks too much and says too little. Here, I met many friendships and witnessed many beautiful things. How to change between giving and receiving? After six years of calculation, there is still no answer. "Spring is here, and everything on campus is like a newborn baby. The tender grass has broken through the ground, the tender buds of the tender willow have broken the branches of the willow, and the flowers of the soil core have just smiled ... I can't help but recall when I first entered the school gate. I was full of curiosity and fantasy about the school at that time. I like those students who are as lively and lovely as me. We play games together, study together, encourage and help each other. Six years of living together has established a profound friendship between us. We thrive like grass and willow buds on campus. Summer is coming, the grass on campus is greener, the willow branches are thicker, and thunderstorms hit us. The sun is brighter and the grass bent by the rain is strong and straight. Willow leaves turn green and flowers are redder. They always overcome difficulties and grow up in the wind and rain. Difficulties and hardships make you successful. " This is your teaching. If there really is a thousand and one nights, there will be a thousand and one me immersed in reading; If there are really 100,000 whys, then behind these 100,000 question marks is the heart of seeking knowledge; If there really is a nine-day galaxy, then there must be a responsibility to teach and educate people on it; If there really are 100,000 lamps in Qian Qian, who says that it is not a selfless candle torch that burns in this flickering candlelight? Yes, you brought strict father's discipline, loving mother's care and younger brother's understanding. The greatest people in the world are parents, and teachers are greater than parents! What you may have done is not magnificent, but a reminder when you are confused; I may not get much, just a heartfelt thanks, but what's the harm? When you stand on the three-foot platform, in the most beautiful scenery, how rich you should be. Alma mater, we can talk endlessly. It can be a willow tree on the roadside, a fallen leaf on the ground, happy sweat and tears, and a sense of belonging to the soul. I walked slowly into the school, and the flowers in the garden were in full bloom. Remember, every time I read aloud, we will go to the little players. Sometimes I can hear the teacher's guidance. When I came to the playground, we poured countless blood and sweat here. Every time you run and jump, it's like preparing for the game and laying a good foundation. Unconsciously, I came to the teaching building, "how beautiful! There seems to be a scene in front of me: under the scorching sun, several figures are busy on the construction site. Isn't that the school leader? What are they doing? It turns out that they are supervising the workers because they want to give us a comfortable learning environment and are afraid that they will not operate according to the design intent. At this time, a worker came over, as if showing them the schematic diagram of the project. The leader looked dissatisfied and personally guided the workers. They revised the drawings over and over again and practiced the operation over and over again. Finally, a brand-new campus came to us with the expectation of the school leaders. We live happily here. Dear teacher, you have followed us for six years, and how many things are unforgettable: seeing your classmates sick, you are more anxious than yourself; Seeing that we have difficulties in learning, you arrange to sit next to your good classmates and help; Seeing our little progress, you will often laugh happily ... we will never forget all this. Now, we are taller, smarter, no longer naughty and ignorant. But the wrinkles on your forehead and the white hair on your head are increasing. You sacrificed your youth for our strong growth. You are really hard-working gardeners, and you have devoted all your efforts to us ... alma mater, you gave it to us. Today, we are proud of our alma mater, and I believe that in the near future, our alma mater will be proud of us! Alma mater, my letter to you is a flying love poem, gently telling my thoughts. My letter to you is a lush tree, full of fruits of hard work every night. My letter to you is a thick diary, recording laughter and tears, parting and meeting. The letter I wrote to you is a spotless white paper, and I hope that future generations will draw a more magnificent blueprint. Alma mater, you are the sky, let Jade Bird teenagers see hope. Let the weak flowers know what it means to be strong. For six years, I have been wandering in the crowd, looking for it, and everyone has found their own ending. I am drifting away on the road of life, and you didn't say anything. You just folded a green plum and left your thoughts behind, waiting for the spring flowers in the coming year. You don't know, the seeds of gratitude planted in my heart have already become a shade. I miss the rush days in the morning. It has been going on. I miss leaning against the railing in class, looking at the strange back and the same strange clouds. I miss procrastination, doing problems, praising and criticizing. I miss tears, who I cry for and why I cry. Before we recall, let time sew everything up quietly. I wish my alma mater always full of vitality, always radiant and better every year.
4. A grateful thing happened in my alma mater. Touched by the composition 100 words-feelings of leaving my alma mater.
Yu Jiaqi, Class 3, Grade 6, Heping Primary School, Bei 'an City, Heilongjiang Province
Ups and downs, day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I experienced a six-year career in primary school. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have impressed me deeply. Now that we are about to leave our alma mater, a feeling of attachment arises spontaneously.
I still remember that six years ago, we were primary school students. That year, the flowers we planted with our own hands are now smiling in the wind beside the ruins. Although we have lost our lovely campus now, I will always remember that here, we planted spring and harvested autumn. We devoted ourselves to study, laughed and chased, and sang a happy March of life with a tender voice under the blue sky.
Looking back, the time of the soul is going backwards. When I was a child, my life was mixed. I only know sweetness, pride and willfulness. However, there is more than sweetness in life. After going to school, I understood this, so I became humble and learned to face setbacks and difficulties. In the life of my alma mater, I gradually understood the true meaning of life: a person may not be as great as a historical monument, but he must struggle all his life; A person is not as smart as a wise man to observe the world, but he should know how to love life and have it. In the life of my alma mater, I felt the teacher's selfless dedication, just like a piece of chalk turned to dust for others, but I lived a three-dimensional life. In the life of my alma mater, I realized the sincerity of friendship: helping each other, giving timely help in the snow, and watering the fields of friendship with full blood. Now, I am about to graduate and leave my lovely alma mater. I can only turn my reluctant attachment into ambition and try my best to repay my alma mater: in the remaining month, I will study hard and forge ahead bravely; Let life bloom in a smile, let life surge in the tide. Take out the best grades to repay my alma mater for being kind to me.
We are about to leave our alma mater. Before we say goodbye, I greet the morning sunshine, put my hands together, close my eyes, stand on tiptoe, let the light and heat burn a touch in my heart, and say "cherish" to my alma mater, teachers and classmates affectionately.
5. Thank your alma mater for your speech within 0/00 words. First of all, please allow me to express my heartfelt thanks and highest respect to our hardworking and selfless leaders and teachers on behalf of all the graduates of the Institute of Chemical Technology! ! !
Four years ago, I came to the red holy land of northern Shaanxi from the far south with the hope of studying and a beautiful dream, and started the most wonderful struggle journey in my life at the School of Chemical Engineering of XX University. As a student of the Institute of Chemical Technology, I have completed my studies from an ignorant teenager to the present. Every bit of my life and study embodies the efforts of leaders and teachers. You have taught me solid professional knowledge and rigorous learning attitude, and your teaching has given me the opportunity to experience this wonderful happiness! However, time flies and the college days are over. We can't help asking ourselves, what have we gained in these four years? What have you lost? Glory or criticism? In any case, our life will be more complete and wonderful because of these four years' struggle. Although there are still some gaps between our alma mater and some famous universities, she has also given us a stage to fight fairly and exercise ourselves. Under the tireless teaching of teachers, we have mastered rich and solid professional knowledge and exercised our ability to adapt to society ... mature and steady, full of ambition!
Soon, we will go our separate ways and embark on a new journey. Regret and loss are temporary, because we are walking with dreams, with unremitting pursuit of ideals, full of ardent hopes for our alma mater and college. I want to say here: please rest assured that we will continue to remember the teacher's teaching and use the professional skills we have learned to get on a bigger stage in life. Win glory for the School of Chemical Engineering of Yan 'an University, and repay the society, the alma mater and the college with our efforts and success.
Finally, please allow me to say "thank you" to the leaders and teachers again on behalf of all the graduates of the Institute of Chemical Technology! I wish the teachers good health and smooth work; I wish the Institute of Chemical Technology a prosperous and better life. At the same time, I also wish all our graduates a bright future and create greater glories! !
6. Grateful Alma Mater Poem 200 1: Written to Alma Mater Author: Looking back after the departure of Huacheng, the memories are like clouds and fog, and the heavy building shakes off today's sigh. I rocked my boat, away from the surface of the years, and sailed to the shore where I once docked. At the original ferry, someone stood in the smoke of memories and set up a dream for a blank heart with a piece of chalk on the three-foot platform. The teaching on the purple smoke is faint. The seeds that grow up gently float, are immersed in the sunshine of knowledge and love, and layers of greenery, spring breeze and rain drop down. The most pious prayer in life is to burn a candle to ashes and light the brightest light in an empty heart. Those old houses whose mud skin was eroded by wind and frost in the mottled years once remembered the feelings and dreams of sailing that year. What solid and heavy memories do those injured tables and chairs have in the initial interdependence? The path in memory is hidden in my heart. Today, there are only withered grass and sad sunset in the playground where songs and laughter float. Is it still too late? Have you eroded the scenery? Or, like your mother, you just bought tickets for our long journey with your youth, leaving the vicissitudes of life in the corner forgotten by the wanderer. The second part: unforgettable alma mater, grateful to your teacher! Author: Chen's unforgettable alma mater, unforgettable attachment, inseparable grass and trees, so familiar with the alma mater's bricks and tiles, just like a teacher, so kindly appreciate the teacher's kindness, your worry, your sweat, unforgettable teaching and caring eyes. Once upon a time, my temporary defeat was once upon a time, your comfort, my unforgettable alma mater, was full of vitality. You are an amiable and loving mother. In your eyes, there is no difference between a good student and a bad student. In your heart, there is only a single spark, which has the potential to start a prairie fire. You have nurtured us with sweet milk, let us thrive and forget the knowledge gained in the warm embrace. I have rich wisdom and super energy, which makes me an alma mater and an eternal teacher of talented people in Chinese aesthetics. Always remember that a beautiful heart always carries a journey from the heart! Chapter III: Farewell to Alma Mater Author: Yan Feng Farewell forever. On such a lonely night, my alma mater sat alone in the pavilion on campus, recalling interesting things in the past. I spent countless days and nights laughing and crying in this campus, and I tied the knot as soon as I passed tonight. Suspended memories let me not give up the breeze and find myself a passer-by on campus. I got up, waved my sleeve and walked to the dormitory, so far. Chapter Four: Farewell to Alma Mater Author: Chang 'an in the distance left your heart, love and beauty. Your memory is for you, your schoolbag is full of your teachings, and your thick diary is full of our gratitude to you. Today, we are gathered here. Tomorrow, we will go our separate ways from here, leaving you with our hearts, beautiful memories and endless love and blessings. Today, we are here to bid farewell to tomorrow with tears. We're here to bring you good news. Chapter Five: Returning to the Alma Mater Author: Taoyuanlay people brushed their faces with faded lead in this early summer breeze, looking for the slight cold flowing in early spring, looking for small flowers with wet and cold dew, kissing their cheeks with the growing cicada sound in this early summer drizzle, regaining the noise falling into the shade and the love story melting in the spring mud. In this early summer when the sun sets, clouds are attached to the lush spring mountain to bid farewell to lonely birds. Chapter VI: Author of Alma Mater
Once, I was a lonely white sail. Finally, I climbed your mast. Lucky me, with your sea breeze and your waves, happily boarded the charming gold coast.
It is you who are fertile for my barren thoughts and green for my desert poems, guiding me to struggle hard and forge ahead bravely. I don't know how many years have passed, but when I look back, you, Joubo Shujuan, are still buried.
Chapter VII: Dreaming back to my alma mater Author: Ye Ping is young and untraceable, and dreamed of returning home several times. Where is the child's first reaction? Black-faced jade hall
I also saw the teacher's face, and my pen was full of words. When selling charcoal, Mulan entered Xinjiang at night.
Outside Pythagoras cut the garden, the number is also impermanent. Mens created a strange table and put it on the magnetic pole.
Because of the yellow mouth, the Italian horse couldn't help pulling the reins. The window is high and the ceiling is low, and the body is short and open.
Laughter spread through the cracks in the chair, and the sparrow gallery walked under the table. Floating clouds and flowing water have gone, with a flick of a finger.
Blisters in spring and summer, cool in autumn and winter. A thousand things are like the wind, and they taste all kinds of things in the world.
Old friends are thousands of miles apart, and Fahua is getting longer and longer. I can't help myself, but I'm sad and lonely.
Trees have roots and travel thousands of miles. Life is less than 100, and the future is long.
Look at the autumn chrysanthemum in the west wind, and smell the plum fragrance after the snow. Men should be self-reliant without hoary heads.
Chapter 8: Alma Mater with whom I grew up Author: Chen Taize When I enter "Mom's" school, two-thirds of my blood will be integrated into your life. /kloc-in the early morning of 0/5, there was no drum music and no farewell. Entrusted by my family, I stumbled into your arms and sang unknown songs, leaving the cold of youth to find hope for life. Sparse tree shadows are scattered memories, and the smoke from the kitchen is a covet of my mood. I don't care. I didn't look back. Colorful dreams, just like my mother's light clothes are torn a little by the cold wind. The weeds in the garden grow on my chest and armpit. The broken wall showed an obscene smile. A vicissitudes of life doorway, dark eaves, like the beauty of grandma's death. I can't imagine that you were once beautiful, but I know many admirers are crazy about you to death. A child who is off the track must not understand the vastness of your heart and the thin legs of the times. Bell bottoms dance all over the world, and grotesque flowers are filled with osmanthus fragrance. No matter how hoarse the teacher's voice is in the classroom, the voice control light on the stairs will be on for a long time. My heart is still dreaming, dreaming of walking with Chang 'e in the middle of the month and leaving this magical home. Wandering at the foot of the iceberg, I cursed myself for eating official food. I curled up lazily in the trash can, and the frightened gangsters began to give me medals. My wandering heart always tastes virtual appreciation. Brother Sheng on the beach became my idol. Since then, the fall of my soul has made me lose my way home. 3. Repentance, cause and effect, and retribution are not just the legendary Buddhist words. This is the logic of life. The sun in July concentrated the rivers and lakes, and also concentrated the tears of the mother. An indulgent soul is stranded by fate. The soul of light is lost on the other side of the flower season. The light body will be banished by God. The pain of exile is as heavy as a boulder, so tears and confessions meet in the long night, breeding darkness.
7. Junior high school students thank their teachers for their kindness and will never forget their alma mater's composition of 100. Thank you, alma mater.
Inadvertently, I went through a six-year primary school career. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have impressed me deeply. Now, we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, and a feeling of nostalgia arises spontaneously.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division cannot calculate your contribution to me; Poetry and songs can't praise my respect for you. You water our ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge; You moistened our beautiful feelings with a clear spring. In this happy six years, I want to thank my alma mater and my teachers for teaching me infinite wisdom and the truth of being a man.
When I was in the second grade, I had my own good partner in study and good friend in life. After class, I whispered to my good friends and told them their secrets. In the fourth grade, I am about to leave my first teacher and good friends, and I am a little reluctant to part. However, everything has to end. I believe we will meet again because of fate.
In the fifth grade, I came to a new school and joined a new class. At first, I can only chat with my classmates around me. Soon, I met a good friend and was very close to me. In this way, I met my first good friend in this big family. Gradually, I have more and more friends, and I like this group more and more.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and I am no longer that naive and ignorant child. I am already a sensible and mature teenager, and I am no longer ignorant.
I am about to graduate and leave my alma mater. Here, I want to thank my alma mater for making me grow up healthily and happily!
I love my alma mater!