The feeling of parting, ups and downs, day and night; flowers bloom and fade, the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I went through six years of primary school career. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have made me unforgettable. Now we are going to say goodbye to our alma mater, and a feeling of attachment arises from the bottom of my heart. Diary Diary of grade one
Still remember six years ago, we were primary school students in grade one. That year, we planted the flowers by ourselves. Now, beside the debris, the delicate posture of the flowers is smiling in the wind. Although we have lost our lovely campus now, I will always remember that here, we sowed spring and harvested autumn. We studied hard and chased with laughter. Under the blue sky, we sang a happy "March of life" with tender voice. Looking back on the past, the time of the soul is reversing. When I was a child, life was full of flavors. I only knew sweetness. I was proud and willful. I put out my hand in clothes. However, sweetness was not the only thing in life.
After I went to school, I understood this, so I became humble and learned to face setbacks and difficulties. In my alma mater's life, I gradually understand the true meaning of life: a person can not be as great as a historical monument, but should strive for life; a person does not have the wisdom to observe the world, but should know how to love life and have life. In my alma mater's life, I feel the teacher's selfless dedication, just like a piece of chalk, turning into ashes for others, but living a three-dimensional life. In my alma mater's life, I have experienced the sincerity of friendship: helping each other, sending charcoal in the snow, and watering Fangtian with warm blood. Now, I'm going to graduate and say goodbye to my lovely alma mater. I can only turn my reluctant attachment into my ambition and try my best to repay my alma mater: in the remaining month, I'll study hard and forge ahead bravely; I'll make my life smile and make my life surging. Come up with the best results, to repay my alma mater for my cultivation.
We are about to say goodbye to our alma mater. Before we say goodbye, I close my eyes, stand on tiptoe, and let the light and heat burn. I am deeply moved by my alma mater, teachers and classmates and say 'treasure'.
Grade 6 of Jianshe South Street Primary School: Gao Shipeng