This is the last semester. I will cherish it now. If I get out of this campus, I will step into the hard life of junior middle school!
After six years of primary school life, I worked hard, paid and gave up. Finally, I insisted on finishing this tired learning career! In my memory and my teachers day and night, I will be grateful to you. Thank you. I plant beautiful seeds in my young heart -- however, I will completely erase some people from my memory forever, and pretend not to know them even if they meet in the future.
After graduation, I will often go to school to see. When I saw that I was different from what I am now, I would giggle. I used to be so different.
Goodbye, dear teacher and classmate! We will meet again in the future! Goodbye, my alma mater_ 1100 words came to my alma mater, wide playground, beautiful green belt, a towering teaching building, what a familiar place! How much laughter left here; How much sweat has been spilled here; How many teachers' earnest teachings are written here; How many students are playing here & hellip& hellip;
In those five years, the classroom was our place of study. The blackboard, the triangle cabinet, the platform, the schoolbag rack, the contention garden and the rows of desks and chairs remind me of that interesting thing again. For a math problem, my deskmate and I fought red in the face. No one disagreed with anyone, from before class to after class. Finally, there was a 'March 8th line' on the desk, and no one paid attention to anyone, resulting in a 'cold war'. Afterwards, we found that there were two solutions to this problem. Gradually, the "three eight line" disappeared, and we became good friends again. Now I can't help laughing when I think back to my deskmate's expression.
The green belt is also a paradise for me and my friends. Three tall and straight ginkgo trees, a row of evergreen 'evergreen'. There are beautiful peach blossoms in spring; There are fragrant Gardenia in summer; There are sweet scented osmanthus in autumn; In winter, there are plum blossoms that are not afraid of severe cold. We used to sing the old songs in the shade of the trees, blow the beautiful dandelion on the grass, let the dandelion take away our happy dreams, and let laughter fill the whole campus.
The playground also records our laughter. On the football field, boys often play their 'World Cup' games. On the basketball court, we often play such games as playing wild duck, losing handkerchief, hawk catching chicken, etc. I still remember that at the sports meeting, our class was united and friendly, helped each other, and won the championship of the tug of war!
What impresses me most is the colorful road leading to the mushroom Pavilion. At that time, the school road had just been built with cement. In the activity class that day, the boys played marbles on the ground, but everything was not so satisfactory. A disobedient marbles was embedded in the cement road that had not been dry. The cheers and shouts disappeared all at once. Everyone looked at each other, because we knew that we were in trouble. When the cement sets, one piece will be missing, which is the shape of the glass ball. Just then, the headmaster came over, and everyone was in a hurry to dig out the marbles. " Oh, stop! " Said the headmaster. I was surprised. I turned my head and looked at the headmaster. My heart went up to my throat. So the headmaster bent down and picked up the marbles on the ground before he could hit them, and embedded them into the concrete road one by one. I'll be surprised if the cement inlays will set forever. Seeing our surprised expressions, the headmaster laughed loudly: 'look, how gray and monotonous the cement pavement was, but how energetic and beautiful it looked with a few glass balls! Go and tell the students, let's take all the glass balls, small shells and colored stones we've played, and build your own favorite patterns - heart shape, circle and triangle. Any pattern can be used. We'll pave this road into a colorful road & hellip& hellip;' I can't remember what happened later. I only know that we were very happy that day. The colorful road was very beautiful. My classmates and I built the shape of a little rabbit. I also know that later, whenever I walked into the mushroom pavilion with my female classmates to tell some secrets, I would pay attention to the colorful road under my feet.
Bid farewell to the playground full of our footprints; Bid farewell to the green belt with our songs; Bid farewell to the classroom full of our laughter; Bid farewell to the unusual colorful road & hellip& hellip; Although I have entered middle school, although I no longer live in primary school, our growth footprint in our alma mater will never disappear. Goodbye, my alma mater! Goodbye! Best friend week_ 600 word best friend is an umbrella when it rains. A close friend is an encouragement when you give up. A close friend is a spring breeze when you are depressed. A close friend can bring you countless happiness and warmth-- Do you remember the best friend week? In 2008, when the earthquake happened, we were also affected here. At midnight, the teacher moved us to the playground, and our hearts were occupied by fear. But we were lying on the playground, looking up at the sky and telling each other many interesting stories. Even when the teacher called the roll, we missed it because we were addicted to all kinds of interesting stories! Best friend week, do you remember? Before the final exam, after we turned off the lights in the bedroom, we still read the reference book with a flashlight. Finally, we were caught by the life teacher and stood in the bedroom for half an hour. After returning to bed, he continued to brazenly read books and asked each other questions. In the next day's exam, we did a good job and everyone was happy! Best friend week, do you remember? It was one of our few quarrels. For this reason, we had a cold war for half a minute. After half a minute, we jumped out of bed, took each other's hand and said: 'it's all the moon's fault Then it started to play as if nothing had happened. The roommates have been speechless to us. If a classmate who doesn't know the situation comes to advise us, the roommates will stop her and say to her, '5,4,3,2,1 make up!' You can see our miraculous reconciliation. Best friend week, do you remember? The day before graduation, we each carried a bowl of instant noodles and sat opposite each other in the bedroom. Gradually, tears came out of our eyes. You said, 'don't cry. On the day of graduation, we will leave our alma mater with a smile. We must not cry!' This is the last meal we have at our alma mater. It's a break up meal. Time flies. Graduation day is just around the corner. At the end of the graduation ceremony, we gave a big hug. Tears streamed down, "Beibei, didn't you agree not to cry? You don't follow the rules Don't you cry, CHO? ' This is the first time we cry so sad. Best friend week, whether we quarrel, quarrel, be happy or get angry, you will always be the best best friend in my heart. Although mountains and seas can block each other, they can't block my thoughts. Although distance can open you and me, it can't open sincere friendship. Although time can forget the past, it can't forget you -- my forever best friend. Sixth grade: goodbye, he Jinian_ The content of this 150 word page is pushed by "read. 4hw. Com. CN". Everyone will have a good-bye time, but at that time, we have forgotten all our troubles, just thinking about how to meet again. At this time, we have long forgotten the little holiday between us, just cherish the good time we can be together now, and in the end, But I can only say goodbye.
After six years together, we have already been sensible, but at this time, we have to separate at this time. A few crystal tears are falling quietly. No one can see the crystal tears or the friendship between us. I am reluctant to leave my classmates, teachers and my alma mater. Alas & hellip& hellip;
Now, we can only say goodbye to our classmates, teachers and our alma mater. Sincerely say 'goodbye' and 'thank you'. Goodbye, alma mater_ 250 words six years of primary school life is over in the blink of an eye. The students and teachers may meet again or disappear in the future. Only her alma mater stands there forever and is always young.
Goodbye, alma mater! Alma mater, under your witness, I learned to respect others, be filial to my elders and be polite to others; Learned a lot of knowledge, truth and ways; Learned how to be bold, modest and serious; Learn & hellip& hellip;
Goodbye, alma mater! Alma mater, how beautiful you are. I have been to every place and corner of you. You dress yourself up beautifully: as soon as you enter the school gate, you smell a smell of flowers. On both sides of the path, there are dotted and colorful flowers, which are beautiful. Unfortunately, such pictures can not be seen often in the future.
Goodbye, alma mater! Remember we had a sports meeting on the playground. The competition began. The students shouted cheers for the athletes in their class. Everyone's face was filled with a smile. At this time, alma mater, you are watching us and smiling happily in your heart.
Goodbye, alma mater! I'll never forget you. I'll come to see you often.
I wish you happiness forever! Goodbye to my alma mater, goodbye, teacher_ When I thought that I would say goodbye to my alma mater in another year, my heart trembled slightly. I couldn't help crying.
Five years ago, I came to school with a desire for knowledge and a desire for friends. The five-year learning career is colorful. My friends and I listen to the teacher in a bright classroom. After class, we play games together. In the twinkling of an eye, five years have passed, and those beautiful memories are still so clear in my mind. Over the past five years, the teacher's careful teaching has made me a mature and sensible child. If I am a flower, the teacher is a gardener, and my alma mater is a flower pool.
Dear teacher, thank you for encouraging me when I am sad. You -- tell me the truth of life, you -- taught me knowledge, you, you & hellip& hellip; When we are wrong for some reason, the teacher will beat you. In another year, I will not be beaten by the teacher. In another year, I will leave my alma mater.
Dear alma mater, dear teachers, dear students, goodbye. I love you. Goodbye, teacher_ 150 words teacher, is a saint's title, they are also a 'goddess of wisdom', imparting us endless knowledge. Let's appreciate the truth of life.
The nearest teacher in my memory is my fifth grade. Chinese teacher, math teacher, English teacher & hellip& hellip; The Chinese teacher taught me how to learn, the math teacher taught me how to find volume and surface area, and the English teacher taught me new words and English standards. Although they are very strict with me, I remember that this is what the teacher taught me. The one who helped me most was the math teacher, because she helped me a lot.
But when we returned to school, we left our dear teacher. The whole class is very sad. Is this the kindness of students to teachers? Goodbye to class 1, class 4_ 150 words in memory of the past four one class, I think it is really ridiculous, we were not united at that time; Don't care about classmates; Bullying classmates & hellip& hellip; It's ridiculous in retrospect. But now we work hard; unite; shut