Farewell to the sixth grade composition article 1 Swallow has gone, and there is time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. -inscription
Time is gone forever, and I can't help but burst into tears when I recall the dribs and drabs of primary school. In these six years, I shed tears because of my poor exam results, laughed because of winning the prize, was sad because of the quarrel between my classmates, and was happy because of the teacher's praise. My heart is so reluctant. ...
I will never forget my classmates. It is they who comfort me, encourage me and take care of me when I am injured, when my grades are not good, and when I fall. Although I quarreled with some classmates in class, I hope we can get back together after graduation. Remember, we are in the same class, and meeting is fate. We can listen to lectures, play together and do homework together, which is good.
I will never forget to teach my teacher. I can't forget that serious Chinese teacher who doesn't laugh often but is full of literary flavor; I can't forget the math teacher who often lets us do our homework and give us lectures, but all this is for us; I can't forget those science teachers who are proficient in astronomy and geography and strict in requirements ... they teach the students in our class, and they cultivate small saplings into towering trees. Here I want to say to the teachers: "thank you, teacher!" "
Of course I can't forget my lovely alma mater. My alma mater is like my second home, my alma mater, the place where I once lived. I have a deep affection for this place, and I remember it deeply during my six years at my alma mater!
It's sad to say goodbye to my alma mater. Today I am proud of my alma mater, and tomorrow my alma mater will be rich and strong for me!
Say goodbye to the sixth grade composition 2, ups and downs, get along with each other day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I have lived in primary school for six years. In the past six years, every smile, every tear, every story and every experience have made me unforgettable. Recalling the bits and pieces of that wonderful life, I can't help crying.
When I was a child, the scene of playing with my classmates echoed in my mind. The teacher's earnest teachings echoed in my ears. When the teacher was in class, familiar scenes came to my eyes. Good, happy primary school life. Goodbye!
I still remember that when I first walked into this school six years ago, I was very curious about new things. I felt this and that all the way, and it took me a long time to get to the first-grade classroom. There are many people in the first grade classroom. They are all my classmates. I'm so old, it's the first time I've seen so many people I was so scared. An aunt came over and touched my head to comfort me not to be afraid. Later I learned that it was a teacher.
The teacher took me to the place where my classmates played and asked me to play with them. In a short time, I was integrated into this happy group.
The next day at school, the teacher arranged seats for all of us. We were so excited that we jumped up and down in line. Arrange the seats, we walked to the seats one by one, and the classroom was full of laughter. It seems that flowers, birds and trees are laughing with us. Finally, it was quiet, and the teacher asked each of us to introduce ourselves. I said my name seriously, made a face and made the teacher laugh.
We listen carefully in class. After class, the students all ran to the playground to play various games. When they are tired, they lie on the grass. At that time, we were carefree and happy to play on campus.
I will leave my alma mater in a month, and I feel very reluctant. Before I say goodbye, I will face the sun, close my hands, close my eyes, stand on tiptoe and let the light and heat shine on my heart. I will say "take care" to my alma mater, teachers and classmates.
Farewell to sixth grade composition 3. I was deeply moved to see the vibrant faces of graduation photo's classmates and the ups and downs of six years. Now I have changed from an ignorant little girl to a little girl. It was six years at my alma mater that made me know a lot. Thinking about thinking, the past reappears in front of my eyes.
I vaguely remember that in the first grade, I was too timid to talk to my classmates, and the teacher raised his hand in class. Until one day, the teacher taught us to read poetry aloud and all the students raised their hands. What about me? Like a timid cat with its head down. "Zhang Aiying, read it!" Hearing this sweet voice, I couldn't help shivering. My face was red to the base of my neck. At this time, the teacher's sweet voice rang in my ear again: "The teacher believes you can do it!" " "I slowly looked up, only to see the teacher's eyes to encourage me. I plucked up the courage to read aloud. In this way, I overcame my timidity and took a gratifying step! In this way, I grew up bit by bit and entered middle school.
Every day in the third grade, I hope to study in a tall building one day. I also hope to sit in a spacious classroom like my brother and sister and listen to the teacher's philosophy of life, the mystery of mathematics and the scientific truth. Time flies like a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, I became a sixth grade student. Also began to realize the true meaning of learning, but also know that learning is not an easy thing, it requires hard work and sweat, only in this way, life will continue to increase luster.
When I was in the sixth grade, I finally ushered in the first turning point in my life-the junior high school exam. Before the exam, the teacher mobilized before the exam. The teacher said that we could pass this exam and enter junior high school. This is a big exam, but this time, we will leave primary school. After listening to these words, some students are happy, because they can enter junior high school and grow up through this exam;
Some students are nervous because they are facing the first turning point in their lives for the first time. But I am a little sad, because after this exam, I will leave primary school, enter junior high school, and leave my alma mater, which has raised me for six years. I really hope that the time for parting is full. However, time passed quickly, the exam was over in a blink of an eye, and the time for parting came.
Looking around at the students who are about to leave, I suddenly feel a sense of melancholy and disappointment. Time is ruthless, although I am so reluctant to part with it. We will still leave, and now I should face it bravely. We took a group photo in front of a willow tree in front of the school. With a click, the students all left. My eyes began to blur and a few drops of water flowed. It is salty, and that is tears. I can't face it bravely after all. At this point, someone patted me on the back and looked back. It turned out to be my best friend. I felt her encouragement when my eyes were connected with her heart.
Just in front of a willow tree in early summer, I broke up with my teachers and classmates. Just in front of a willow tree in early summer, I will enter junior high school, where I will have a group of new lovely classmates. There, I will have more knowledgeable and amiable teachers; There, there will be a brand-new learning environment to accompany me for three years.
At this moment, I seem to have wings and fly far away. No matter how far and high I fly, I will never forget my alma mater, classmates and teachers who have been with me for six years. One day I will share the joy of success with my teachers and classmates. It was the day when willow seedlings grew into willows and the fresh fragrance filled the campus.
Farewell to the sixth grade composition 4 The lush trees in the campus, the flowers in the garden all year round, the neat desks and chairs in the classroom, the teachers who taught us, and the playmates … all witnessed our growth. In a blink of an eye, I will leave my dear alma mater. Looking back, I can still clearly remember my six-year primary school life.
Goodbye, dear teacher! If we are the flowers of the future motherland, then you are a diligent gardener, leading us to roam in the ocean of knowledge and seek in the castle of books, so that we can grow from a group of ignorant children to aspiring young people.
Goodbye, dear students! Perhaps a long time ago, we predicted that one day we would eventually leave, but we never thought that this day would come so soon; Maybe a long time ago, we thought graduation was a relief, but we never thought that on graduation day, your nose would be sour and tears would flow down in disappointment. For us, graduation is like meeting people, and then we are submerged in the vast sea of people. Then open our messy diary and recall the dribs and drabs of these six years. I am so happy and full!
Goodbye, beautiful alma mater! You are like a kind mother who raised us for six years. These six years passed quickly. Looking back at you, we brought you nothing but wrinkles, and what you gave us was the knowledge that took us a lifetime. In these six years, maybe our appearance has changed, maybe our personality has changed, but our initial heart has never changed. Time will take away a lot, but it can't take away countless warm memories you left in our hearts.
Thank you, teachers, classmates and alma mater. Thank you for teaching me so much. Who can stop parting? Although the scars left in my heart are small, they are deep, unforgettable and unforgettable.
Farewell to the sixth grade composition 5 Yingying Moonlight, I hold the clearest one; After sunset, I hold the warmest ray; Burning red leaves, I picked up the hottest one; Flowers in full bloom, I choose the brightest one.
In the six years of primary school life, our alma mater gave us the best learning environment and the most interesting knowledge. Students have the purest friendship and the truest care and greetings. How nice!
But in a blink of an eye, I will become a middle school student, and I bid farewell to my alma mater where I have lived for six years. From the beginning, I was a childish little boy who came to this school reluctantly. In a blink of an eye, I took off my previous childishness and put on something mature, and will leave here again. Time flies like a blink of an eye. At that moment, I understood why Zhu Ziqing wrote in a hurry: "Smart, tell me, why is my time gone forever?" My time is like a drop of water on the tip of a needle, dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. "
However, I can't help it. My alma mater trained me from a child who was not sensible. Now I have ideals, ambitions and respect for science. I came to this alma mater who loves me naked. In a blink of an eye, will I leave her naked? No, we entered the next learning stage-junior high school with the cultivation and hope of our alma mater. Wherever I go in the future, I will never forget my alma mater, and we will win glory for it.
Like birds, we cannot forget the nest where we were born. No matter how I exist, I can forget anything, but one thing is indelible-reward. Yes, we should make contributions to our alma mater: "study hard and realize our ideals." Isn't this the best reward for my alma mater? Isn't this glory for our alma mater?
Goodbye, alma mater. Goodbye, my favorite teacher. But we can also say to ourselves, "Don't be sad, because we once had …"
Farewell to the sixth grade When I was eleven years old, there were ups and downs, joys and sorrows, laughter, loneliness and sadness ... In short, I had a colorful eleven years old!
In spring, because of loneliness, the grass found flowers to keep her company. As a result, grass and flowers became good friends. In summer, because of their distress, Lotus leaves come to lotus to complain. As a result, lotus leaf and lotus flower became good friends. Similarly, at the age of eleven, I made many new friends. They chat with me when I am lonely; When I am troubled, share my troubles; Make me happy when I am depressed. I sincerely thank them here!
At the age of eleven, I learned a lot of knowledge, which made me smarter. At school, my classmates often ask me questions that they don't know. I explain how to do them. How proud they were when they said thank you to me!
At the age of eleven, I realized the greatness of fatherly love and the preciousness of maternal love. No matter when, my mother won't let me get a little hurt and try to meet my reasonable needs. Whenever, my father always gives me the best things, but in terms of study, he is very strict with me and makes me succeed step by step.
At the age of eleven, my beloved teacher lit up others and burned herself like wax. She took advantage of every exercise opportunity to make me a student with excellent academic performance. In class, her vivid and humorous language and unique teaching methods let us learn by playing and grow by laughing. In her eyes, every classmate is equal and the best. In my primary school career, she was my most unforgettable teacher!
My eleven years old is like an endless sky with countless stars hanging on it. There are stars of happiness, knowledge, sadness and friendship. ...
Tomorrow is my birthday. I will bid farewell to the colorful eleven years old and add a new page to my life dictionary. Don't you want to celebrate me?
Ah! Eleven years old, goodbye! ~~
Farewell to the sixth grade composition 7 Time flies, six years flies, and the sixth grade will soon pass. I'll say this first, and at the same time, it's also the end.
I still remember that day, we came to the door of the classroom and saw that our class was the experimental activity room (3). At that time, I couldn't restrain my inner joy. I naively thought that our class had become an experimental class and walked in with cheerful steps. The whole class is here, but the teacher is gone. Huh? What about the teacher? Maybe it's over this time
After a while, a teacher came. Is he the new teacher in our experimental class? Just as we were wondering, the teacher said, "Your teacher has left." When we thought he would be our new teacher, he went on to say, "Your class was forced to dissolve and will be divided into nine other classes. The students who read the following names packed their bags and reported for a class. " What! This, this is impossible, I don't believe it, I don't believe it! But it's all true. Several of our good friends hugged each other tightly, hoping that we would never be separated, but with the teacher's turn, everything was over, and everyone had to be alone in a different place in the sixth grade. When they see the blue school uniform, they will think it's someone I know in May 3. Let's get ready to associate with those strange new faces!
Everyone in the class began to pack their bags. Everyone leaves with smiles on their faces, but there are tears in everyone's eyes. Everyone slowed down because they wanted to have a last look at our old class. Some people, they ran out of the classroom without looking back, because they couldn't help tears in their eyes. Everyone walked out of the former classroom and came to the new class with tears in this smiling face. Everyone didn't say a word, just looked at each other silently, looked at our classroom, recalled our past, walked out of the previous class and came to the new class. ......
Farewell to the sixth grade composition 8 Although I left my alma mater this time, everything in my alma mater is in my heart. Students' reading and laughter; The teacher's lecture sound and teaching sound are engraved in my heart.
From a little girl who knew nothing six years ago to a big girl who grew sturdily six years later, how much effort the teacher has made for me. I still remember that six years ago, we jumped into the school gate and felt extremely proud and happy. You taught me beautiful pinyin, interesting Chinese characters and lovely numbers. You taught me how to be a man and how to be honest with others. Now, I want to leave you to create a new world and travel in a deeper ocean of knowledge. In six years, I learned hundreds of millions of Chinese characters; Learned hundreds of calculation units; I have learned countless English words. In this process, the teachers' unremitting efforts and the care of their alma mater are unknown. Only they will work in obscurity and cultivate the pillars of the motherland from generation to generation. They have made countless children understand countless truths and made the motherland a pillar from generation to generation.
I will never forget my alumni and teachers, but now, I will bid farewell to them, my alma mater, my alma mater, and rush out of my world with the hope of my alma mater! Win glory for our alma mater.
Now, I want to leave my alma mater, where I have been raised for many years. No matter where I go, I will never forget it! Now I sincerely wish my mother's campus is getting better and better.
Farewell to my alma mater is an eternal movement, and we are the notes released by her one by one. No matter which song or poem we import in the future, we are beating her melody! For our alma mater, which has gathered our five years of wonderful time, "parting" may be the last sentence I want to hear.
On the campus of our experimental primary school, wisteria stands are full of vitality in early spring. Brilliant lavender is everywhere. In a blink of an eye, the whole wisteria frame is covered, and some wisteria flowers hang on the girl's forehead like purple bangs. A breeze blew, and the rich fragrance came to my nose, reminding me of the good times I spent in the wisteria rack: when I was free, my classmates got together to chat in twos and threes; When I go to physical education class in summer, I run 400 meters and come under the wisteria frame, blowing a breeze and smelling the flowers. At this time, everything seems to be still. How comfortable! I turned my eyes to the playground that brought us happy time. I have countless unforgettable memories under the sweaty basketball stand.
The classroom where I attend classes every day has left me many good memories. There was a burst of laughter in the classroom when class was over. Happy Xiao Wang is saying something interesting again. In class, when the teacher reports the exam results, the classroom is so quiet that everyone can hear his breathing. The emotions between the classmates who have been together for five years are intertwined, as if woven into a warm sweater, which makes me feel the warmth of the group.
Even if there is more disappointment and nostalgia in my heart, after two months, there will always be something else left. Goodbye, alma mater! Let me have a look at my alma mater. In the sunset, long figures were dragged out of the teaching building, wisteria frame and playground.
Farewell to the sixth grade composition 10 Childhood is a colorful world. Childhood is like an endless sea. Many interesting things have happened in the sea. Childhood is the most beautiful note, and each note represents a different meaning. Childhood is a dream, a tearful smile when remembering.
In a blink of an eye, I will say goodbye to my alma mater. Here I understand the truth of being a man and learn a lot of knowledge. I have tasted different tastes here, such as sadness and happiness. Here our teachers live in harmony with us, and the teachers slowly teach us what we don't understand. This teacher is our head teacher, Miss Lu.
Many things have happened in my alma mater. For example, I accidentally fell to the ground at the end of class. After a while, many students in our class saw that I was inconvenient to move and ran to find me. They didn't say anything, but helped me into the classroom step by step, which made me feel very warm. This alma mater has made me taste the joys and sorrows of the world.
Alma mater, you gave me a paradise for games; Alma mater is the ocean of knowledge you gave me; Alma mater, you gave me a clear sky flying freely! Alma mater, you are the cradle of my growth. You made me grow from a babbling child to a knowledgeable teenager. You are the initiator of my knowledge!
Alma mater, you gave me a lot, I want to say to you: "thank you!" " "
Goodbye, dear alma mater.