Six years of life in primary school
Time flies. In a twinkling of an eye, six years of primary school life is about to pass away and will drop into the sea. The past six years of life will drop into the stream of time, and other days will be dissolved by the sea. However, the unforgettable six years of primary school life can not be dissolved, because there are mixed with remembrance and unforgettable.
Six years ago, I hopped to the school gate, and then my mother took my chubby little hand and walked into the campus. At that time, there were so many people, and I seemed to be enchanted. I walked into the classroom that I should have entered. At the moment when I stepped into the 191 threshold, Mr. Li welcomed me. When Mr. Li taught us the first Chinese class, I fell in love with Miss Li. She always has a way to turn strange Chinese characters into familiar friends.
In these six years of life, we live together in a 'boat', we 'fish' together, we 'holiday' together, we 'sail' together, we 'hellip& hellip; There were also rebellions on this' ship '. For example, our classmates like to talk about cat fighting and dog fighting. Sometimes when one is strong and the other is weak, things will pass. However, once two strong people quarrel, the consequences will be unimaginable, and sometimes the captain will be affected.
Our children's Day is teachers' day. Our class is next to the 'pirate ship'190', which often rebel, but it doesn't affect us. We spend 6 years on the 191 boat, and the 191 is coming to the port. It accompanied us through the groundless talk, the long ball race, the Haunted storm, the basketball match, the teacher's day and the children's day &hellip. hellip;
Hard working teachers, studious students, amiable principals, tall and straight pine trees, high flying national flag, tall and tall teaching building, today I will see you again, I will never forget the cultivation of my teachers, and I will never forget the students who live with me day and night, here, I promise you, three years later, meet on the ranking list. The ups and downs of primary school life_ 500 words, how time flies! In the blink of an eye, six years of primary school is almost over. In primary school career, there are countless ups and downs. Acid once upon a time, I failed the exam, I hate their failure, they left tears of regret. After that, I was severely criticized by the teacher, and I felt extremely sad. But, sad is a sincere gift, sad time, we found that 'diligence is good training, a hard work a point to' the truth, as long as you pay efforts, you will be able to get rewards. Life can not be smooth sailing, failure is inevitable. Only with this acid can we succeed next time. So, acid is not terrible, it is the seasoning for our success. Sweet students in these six years, established a deep friendship. We read together, write together, play together, and be criticized together, which is exactly 'share happiness and difficulties together'; The exam is not good, we are sorry for you. Sweet, that's it. It's like putting a candy in your mouth. In the last school year of primary school, I was & middot; Understand what is called learning - go out early and return late, immersed in the sea of questions all day. No, the Chinese teacher's two blackboards have just been copied, the math teacher has brought two more test papers, and the English teacher's tests are also coming. It's really 'endless homework, endless test papers rolling'. It's hard, it's hard for the students now. I remember it was an English dictation contest, 'Wow! You got a hundred points! " The students' words revealed a kind of bitterness. I bowed my head and said nothing, looking at the bright red one hundred, I don't know whether I am happy or sad. Because which percentage has water in it. Thinking of this, my face is as red as chili sauce. I finally got up the courage to admit my mistake to the teacher and get rid of the spicy. Primary school life will soon be over, and it will soon be a full stop. Ups and downs, how we in the new life, learning goodbye! Fourth grade: Zhu Bixia primary school life_ I don't know if you still remember us six years ago. We all played together, studied together, did very childish things together, played family games together, played with teachers and classmates together, went home together, went to school together, giggled together & hellip& hellip; We have too many good memories, such a life, may soon be lost.
All of us are now facing the examination of junior high school, and we are extremely nervous. And we are not afraid of the exam, afraid of the difference that day, I do not know that day, when we can meet again. That other may never see, I cherish the rest of the day, my classmates and I are together to miss the past days of foolishness, recall these I am very sad, because we want to separate, separate means to lose, I am about to lose all that I should have!
I touch the flowers and plants in the campus, they seem to smile and say to me: I hate you. I walked through the classroom six years ago - the classroom of class three, grade one. Now I still remember clearly the first seat on the day I entered school. I sat in that seat and recalled the things six years ago. I walked through the sand pile, I remember, when I was in grade one, I played with sand in the sand pile, making slow shoes. In that sand pile, every one of our classmates played. At that time, we used to wet the sand with water, knead the sand together with our hands, and made a round egg. Now when I think back to what we did before, I can't help laughing & hellip& hellip;
We are about to leave our alma mater, which has been with us for six years. In these six years, we live in the arms of our alma mater. A teacher is like our second mother. It is they who teach us the truth of life, how to fill in the blanks, how to choose and how to judge. Here, on behalf of all graduates, I would like to say: Thank you.
We are going to say goodbye to our alma mater, teachers and classmates. I thought there was just a farewell between us, but who knows there is an eternal distance between us! A small shot in life_ If I were a camera, I would take a picture of what happened that day& hellip;
That day, it was a time for many people to go to work - Monday. The bus was already full of people, and those who were crowded by the door almost fell down. I'm one of the lucky ones. Will the car stop again? There are so many people. It's going to be crowded. Opened the door, is an old lady, the old lady hunchback, carrying a baby on the back. See them, I think of the teacher often said seat, ha ha, I have no seat, how to let it? I glanced at the passenger, ha ha, there are some 'red scarves', some of the old lady sat down, pity me. Think of the exam, and fell into meditation. All of a sudden, there was a discussion in my ear. There are so many people. It's so hot and noisy! " You see, the conductor He must have asked the old lady for money& hellip;' I can't help but take a look at the old lady. She is still standing with her little baby on her back, hunched, which is easy to attract people's attention. The red scarves are still sitting there, chatting happily and indifferently. Their bright red color is easy to attract people's attention, but no one can see them. " Well, look at that. What does the conductor want? " What else can I do? I want money! " The conductor's uncle came up to the old lady and said, "grandma, take my seat. It's not easy to carry a baby on your back." I opened my mouth, but what I said was totally different from what we thought. Those people immediately silent, what's the matter, do not continue to say it? The original silence in the car is restored. It's better to be quiet.
I got out of the car and I thought about it. I can't help paying homage to the conductor's uncle and the red scarf on the bus. Unforgettable primary school life_ 500 words in my childhood, the most unforgettable time was when I got along with my classmates in primary school. In primary school, I know a lot of good friends, they care about me, love me, not to mention how good. I really don't know when I can pay off this kindness.
I remember when I first entered school, everything in the school made me feel strange. But not long after, I am familiar with everything here. After class, I jump rope with my classmates, play hide and seek, play games and learn from each other. You help me and I help you. In the twinkling of an eye, we have grown up, but the friendship between us is stronger.
When I was in the third grade, I couldn't keep up with my study for a while. The exam always scored about 90. When my classmates saw me, they decided to make up for me. They used the short rest time of a few minutes after class to explain to me one after another. Gradually, my grades climbed up, and the 90 point paper seemed to be scared by our friendship, and they didn't dare to come to me any more. I got a high score at the end of the term! The students were happy for me when they saw that I got high marks
Once, I lost 20 yuan, anxious to see the ants on the hot pot, turning around. The students saw me come up to ask me, I told them, so they also help me find, we seem to search the whole classroom, but still did not find. After a while, I found that the 20 yuan wallet was in my children's cartoon. At this time, the students looked at each other and said, 'do we want him to tease us like this; Punishment & quot; What about him? " Yes! " They answered in unison. I heard that, and hurriedly & lsquo; Beg for mercy;.
I am like a piece of white paper, life is flat and light. But my dear classmates painted all kinds of gorgeous colors on my colorless paper, which made me more beautiful than before and made my life more colorful.
Ah! Primary school life is rich and colorful, primary school life happy, I will never forget my primary school~ Cherish life_ 500 words
'alas! What a poor little girl! " When I closed Andersen's fairy tales, it seemed that a little girl appeared in front of me, and I secretly felt sorry for her miserable fate.
I deeply sympathize with the little girl's miserable life. What she has can only be fantasy, but what I have is reality. On Christmas night, the little girl was touched by her father and sold matches. The little girl walked barefoot in the street, only wearing thin clothes. But no one paid any attention to her. The little girl was cold and hungry, so she lit a match and imagined herself sitting in front of a warm stove& hellip; Just as she was about to lean on the past, the match went out and the warm feeling disappeared. And I have never tasted cold. I wear cotton padded jacket in winter, but what about the little girl? I only wore one or two clothes, and at that time I was still in a goose feather University. In the eyes of little girls, the word "hungry" is very familiar, but in my eyes it is very strange. The little girl lit another match and imagined all kinds of delicious food.
He struck another match. This time she saw a Christmas tree with little candles and presents. But the match went out and the Christmas tree disappeared. Seeing the little girl's father, I think about my parents. They work hard every day, go out early and come back late, earn money to support their family, study for me and train me to become the pillar of our motherland. father