My alma mater has only a short year left, in these thousands of days. I am like a seedling, like a grass, like a seed. Under the careful care and irrigation of a "gardener"-a teacher, I thrive and grow into a tree. In the future, I will repay my motherland, my alma mater and my teacher. Listening to the teacher's repeated exhortations, listening to the teacher's repeated teachings, and relying on the mutual help and encouragement of our classmates, our classmates grew up together. Our reading sounds still seem to reverberate in the class, our laughter still seems to linger on the playground, and we play in the campus. In every corner, we have left unforgettable memories. The past is vivid, and the memory is still in my mind.
I have gained a lot under the guidance of my alma mater teacher. I got a lot of friends and good advice and new knowledge from teachers, which made me a good student with knowledge and courtesy. I left many unforgettable memories in my alma mater, and there are also many good memories. The most important thing is to get the best education and a compass for future life. But now I don't have much time at my alma mater. I suddenly look back, looking back at the past, as if urging my teachers, encouraging our teachers, and the lovely campus have all disappeared from the songs we sang. I don't know when, we became big brothers and sisters in the school and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.
Looking back now, I feel that the teacher's teachings, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still lingering in my ears. Grasp the last year in my alma mater, look at the lovely campus and the teachers who have taught us, and encourage the students to cherish the last day of blind date.
All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. I will always remember my teacher's encouragement, be an upright China person, and remember that tomorrow Sambo will be proud of me. Ah! Beautiful campus, how much joy and enlightenment you brought me, I will never forget.
Unforgettable primary school life
Time flies, unconsciously, six years of primary school life will pass in a blink of an eye. The school with a long history at the foot of Yandun Mountain is my alma mater. There are trees here, books here, and this is the cradle of our growth. Here, we left many childhood footprints and many happy laughter. How unforgettable primary school life is!
I remember when I was in the first grade, it was parents' open day, and many parents came into our classroom to listen. This is Miss Huang's Chinese class. She asked us to read the first 17 lesson "Autumn", and we read aloud. Watching, I began to lose strength, so I took an eraser from the drawer to play and put the book on the table. I thought the teacher wouldn't see me play. I played and looked at the teacher, who glared at me. I even forgot to put my eraser in the drawer and started reading with everyone. After class, Mr. Huang took me to the office to talk and criticized me for deserting in class. Suddenly, I felt not only regret, but also shame …
Another time, in an open English class in Grade Two, Mr. Chen asked me to come out to the podium and sell fruit in English. I proudly walked to the podium. Not only did I pronounce English words incorrectly, but I didn't know the teacher was angry. Teacher Chen called another student to perform. The teacher suddenly stopped being angry and was still laughing. After class, the teacher gave her classmates a small red flower, but I didn't. At this time, my face turned red and I bowed my head in shame.
These six years of primary school life are fresh in my memory, and I can't forget them. I have lived in primary school for six years, and today I am a graduating class student. In two months, I will leave my alma mater, which has been with me for six years. My primary school life makes me full, happy and unforgettable.
Regain the memory of six years
I still remember that six years ago, I first walked into the campus holding my mother's hand, and I was both nervous and excited about the strange primary school campus. Today, I have lived in this familiar Zhu Mei Garden for six years, during which there were laughter and sadness. There is a teacher-student relationship between me and my teacher, and there is also a deep friendship between my classmates.
In the past six years, many teachers have taught me, and they are very convincing, which has brought us into the temple of knowledge. But there is only one teacher. I don't remember her name for a long time, and she didn't give me a lesson, but an incident between me and her is always hidden in my memory.
On the afternoon of the third day, after school, most of the students went home. The person who came to meet me didn't show up at the school gate for some reason, so I went back to the classroom. When the teacher in charge of our life saw that I didn't come home, he greeted me with concern and asked, I forgot what to say, but my kind eyes were not as sharp as when the teacher criticized me, nor as happy as when the teacher praised me. They are just gentle and weak eyes. The teacher said he would take me to wait outside the school gate. When we came to the yard, she took my hand. It's warm and clings to my hand. She tolerates me, protects me and cares about me. Her hand is like my mother's, holding me. ...
That teacher was the first teacher to hold my hand. Although she didn't teach me knowledge, I will always remember her. She cares about me the most and loves me the most, and I will love her forever.
In my primary school life, I made many good friends, but for a period of time in the third grade, I was excluded by my classmates.
That's because there was a get-together in the class, and the students who organized it chose me as the host, not another student who also wanted to be the host. She seemed very angry and hated me, so she invited many people to join, and she didn't play with me or talk to me. And I have always been a person who can't live without friends. I am very sad under such a lonely situation.
However, during the break, when I was lying on my desk crying secretly, Ren Ke came to me and whispered in my ear what was wrong with me. Although pulled by that classmate, she still cares about me. The soft voice is in my ear, and I feel a little touched, more uncomfortable and more sad to cry. I think maybe only the friendship between classmates can make me like this.
Now, Ren and I are not best friends, but I am still moved by Ke's concern for me in the third grade. If it weren't for her, how would I live alone? If it weren't for her, I might have only one person crying silently. Friendship is the purest emotion, which supports me on the road of life. Friendship is like water. I have always needed it.
I have been accompanied by two mentors all my life and have many activities. In the fifth grade, I also participated in a poetry recitation performance at school. For poetry reading, I hurried to rehearsal after school every day for two weeks. Although I am very tired, I still want to. On June 1st, the performance of poetry recitation began. I stood on the stage and recited poetry with all my strength. Although I am not reciting, I am extremely confident. This performance made me understand that I am great and I can stand on the stage and perform for the audience.
Thanks to my alma mater, she made me confident in my poetry reading performance and let me know that I am the best!
Six years of primary school life, my alma mater protected me, my teacher taught me, my classmates cared about me, and I studied hard. Looking back on the memory of the past six years today, I can't help but miss my primary school days. Now, I am about to graduate, and I reluctantly say, "Goodbye, primary school!" " "