1. xiaoshengchu excellent composition: we are about to graduate.
Students, we are all about to graduate, leave our alma mater, end our primary school life and enter junior high school ... we are reluctant to part. My hands are shaking slightly, and the moment of lifelong memory is coming. Unforgettable moment, I will be infatuated with my alma mater. Excited and confused; Laughing and depressed; Tone-shifting voice, cheerful pace and moving singing are all in my heart. Is it really necessary to leave?
The beautiful campus has been included in my emotional palace, so long and so clear, how can I forget it? On the wisteria frame, it is like a million flowers. Looking up, the blue sky, white clouds and sunshine are all transformed into colorful patterns; The wind on campus, like magic, blows off the golden leaves, one, two, three, and the road on campus is like paved with gold. At night, the bright moon hangs in the sky. Moonlight, starlight and lights are like silver, emitting strange and charming colors, just like a beautiful picture. ...
Six years is as fleeting as running water, and primary school life is coming to an end. We are about to raise the sail of middle school, soar in the deeper sea of knowledge in middle school and explore in the more mysterious realm of life. Looking back on the long road to study, there are ups and downs, sweetness, hope, loss, success, failure, joy and anger. But in the end, we all went through this period of study.
Stretching Chinese rose, falling from my head, spinning in the air; The shadow of the sun flashed before my eyes. Farewell, beautiful campus, farewell, dear teacher; Goodbye, lovely students. Little by little, every minute. Ah, I am full of gratitude to my teacher. Once upon a time, I was reading a book, and the red scarf on my chest jumped like a flame. The teacher came over, held my shoulder, pointed to the waving red flag and told me earnestly. Endless words wrapped in endless care, stirring the tide of love in my heart.
Are you really leaving? The beautiful campus has given us endless joy, hope, songs and flowers ... We are about to become a middle school student, so we should work hard for it.
2. Xiao Shengchu's excellent composition: I will graduate soon.
Six years of primary school life will soon pass, and we are about to step into the middle school hall. Looking back on the past, every bit will be recorded in history, let all the past accompany us and welcome a better tomorrow!
Six years ago, accompanied by our parents, we bid farewell to kindergarten and came to primary school.
Now, we have to leave primary school and enter middle school, wave goodbye to everything we are familiar with and look forward to a new life!
In the future, we will enter high schools, universities and jobs. ...
Everything will pass. Everything will pass. When the sunshine in June fills the campus again, we are about to graduate. The bell of junior high school is getting closer and closer, calling us to look forward to a new life! Wave goodbye for tomorrow!
3. Xiao Shengchu's excellent composition: I will graduate soon.
Time flies, slowly moving forward on the road to the future. Grade one has passed, grade two has passed, grade three has passed, grade five is about to pass, and grade six is coming. The graduation ceremony is coming soon, and we will leave our beloved alma mater and go to junior high school. Although there is still a long way to go, how many people will forget their alma mater in the future? No, never, because there are teachers and memories of classmates who laughed with us during recess.
When I first met my teacher, she was very gentle and kind. Slowly, it's not the first time we met. Although teachers are no longer as young and gentle as before, we will never hate teachers, because teachers are the most beautiful and gentle in our hearts. It was she who comforted us when we were sad. Because there are too many homework, the teacher can't bear to see that we are still struggling to write homework at twelve o'clock in the evening, which reduces our homework. Even if we leave, we won't forget your teacher.
The first time I met you, we didn't become friends, but became good friends who knew ourselves and ourselves in a fierce quarrel. When I was sad, you asked me if I was okay, so that you could comfort me and stop me from crying. But why do we cry when we are about to part? We will always remember each other, always remember and never forget.
As we are about to graduate, can we let nature take its course as we did when we first met six years later?
4. Xiao Shengchu's excellent composition: I will graduate soon.
All good things must come to an end. Unconsciously, six years of primary school life will leave us, and six years of study life seems just around the corner. I still remember the strangeness when I first walked into the classroom, the joy when I was praised by the teacher for the first time ... When I opened the yearbook, those students who lived together day and night seemed to appear in front of me, and what happened between us was vivid. Those touching words will make me fall into deep memories. One sentence goes like this: "The most precious thing in the world is sincere friendship and deep homesickness, just like a fragrant flower blooming in a valley." This is written by my good friend Jiang Tianye. Six years ago, we were two naive children.
Now, six years have passed in a hurry. Can you still remember what happened between us? Remember when we played together on the playground? On the football field, we run and laugh together; On the field, we fought hard together and galloped on the runway together ... We have been together for 6 years, had laughter, tears, quarrels and quarrels, but this did not destroy our friendship, but let us appreciate each other; Six years of classmates, you planted the seeds of friendship in my heart. I will take it away silently, carefully water it and cultivate it, so that it will bloom fragrant flowers in the future. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs." We are about to be separated for the first time in our lives. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, six years of classmates' career has become the past.
But in the classroom, we are still echoing the sound of reading; On the playground, we still have a vigorous figure running, and there are too many disappointments and farewells in our hearts. I believe that no matter how long time has passed, our friendship will last as long as an evergreen tree.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. Goodbye, my good friend, and may our friendship last forever!
5. Xiao Shengchu's excellent composition: I will graduate soon.
Aside from naivety and immaturity, I walked into primary school life, but I hurried by, and all this was about to pass away. I opened the old photos and looked at those simple and lovely smiling faces and tears, spinning in my eyes. ...
Next year, even a few months later, we will sit in another school, another classroom, face another teacher and another group of students, and learn another textbook. It's all so fast that we dare not blink.
I remember that when I first entered primary school, I was holding a new textbook in my hand, turning it over carefully and reading the text loudly, regardless of spelling mistakes. At this time, I shouted at my mother.
On the physical education class, we put our schoolbags neatly on the flower beds. The round flower bed is full of our books. From a distance, they look like colored wrapping paper.
At that time, the seemingly naive game of the eagle catching the chicken was our favorite. Every time a large number of students participate, the chicken team is like a long queue. Even so, some people keep joining, sweating and panting every time.
In the third year of senior high school, we gradually converged our playful mentality, devoted all our energy to study, listened attentively in class, studied exercises after class and solved problems at night. We always thought that it was still a long time to get along with teachers and classmates, but the years passed away like water and never came back.
Many parents say that the friendship of primary school students is not worth cherishing. When they grow up, they will be strangers to each other, so primary schools should concentrate on their studies. No, no. I don't think so. We are not of the same generation. We know friendship, cherish and give up.
The pace of time is so busy that we have to accept the fact of separation.
Goodbye, alma mater; Goodbye, teacher; Goodbye, class, graduation, we are about to graduate!