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.
Unforgettable primary school life
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, after six years, I will graduate. Life in primary school is so wonderful and reluctant, and now we have to go our separate ways.
I am about to graduate. In these two thousand days, we are like a seedling, watered by the teacher.
It seems that there is still the sound of us reading in the classroom, playing on the playground and laughing in the school circle. Every step, we left unforgettable memories.
We have gained a lot under the education of our alma mater. We got many friends and gained a lot of new knowledge, which made us polite students. We got a lot of good memories and unforgettable past events, and also got more compasses for dealing with people in the future. But we are about to graduate now. Looking back, we seem to be urging our teachers and encouraging them, as well as the lovely campus, to disappear from our songs. Moreover, I don't know when, we also became big brothers and sisters on campus and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.
Now that we are about to graduate, the teacher's teaching, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still ringing in our ears. Let's take a look at my last few days at school, the lovely campus, teach our teachers, encourage our classmates and cherish the days we spent together in these last few days.
All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. We will always remember the teacher's education and be a successful person.
Years are like songs, and six years of primary school life is like yesterday's clouds, which is really beautiful; Just like a cup of bitter gourd juice-bitter with sweet. ...
My teacher, my classmates, my classroom and my desk are unforgettable: they accompanied me in my six-year primary school life. No matter the ups and downs in six years, or saying goodbye to my classmates affectionately on graduation day, I walked out of the school gate and my legs were filled with lead: goodbye to my alma mater!
The tug-of-war competition in grade six made me realize the true feelings between teachers and students, the most sincere love between teachers and students. Everything in the past has not diluted my memory. I clearly remember that day-65438+February 5, when I first entered the classroom, I was greeted with a warm atmosphere. Four words are written on the blackboard: unite as one. Students' cheeks are like tomatoes-their blood is boiling. I understand that all this is caused by the teacher's "fanning the flames". When it was announced to go to the playground, everyone got up and ran to the playground with "brushes", and then the first game was the tug-of-war competition that our women's team had been waiting for for a long time.
There is an indescribable excitement in our hearts. Everyone stared at the glittering prize. The teacher's expectation of us has become the motivation in our hearts, and we are eager to win the first prize. "Shh-"The whistle sounded and we were ready. Everyone blushed and tried their best. At the same time, the teacher cheered for us loudly, and the students of Class 605 also cheered for us. Rope, rope, you have to fight for our breath! Teachers and students are exhausted, we must win! What a "God helps those who help themselves"! We finally won the first game. The next game, the most important one, became more and more intense. When we were about to win, the referee actually called us a foul. We were speechless, but in the next competition, we finally won the first place with practical actions, and a thousand words turned into tears.
The men's team failed, but the teacher always encouraged us and gave us confidence. That game has become a permanent memory in my mind.
Thinking of the unforgettable six-year primary school life, I can't help asking my former teachers and classmates; You guys okay?
The notes of the poem are jumping.
"It's almost lunch break. Are you ready? " Today, with the ringing of the radio, the whole class immediately boiled up and everyone's conversation reached a climax. Who asked for a poetry reading contest between teams in the form of lottery during lunch break today? Each team practices each poem separately to prepare for the future competition.
Our team also heard all kinds of emotional voices here, like a string of notes jumping in every corner. Some are light and lively; Some are wonderful and witty; Some people are full of passion and enthusiasm ... different notes are worn together, and gradually, he forms the most beautiful music!
"Ahem, everyone be quiet!" Teacher X cleared his throat and announced like a commander: "I declare that the poetry reading contest of Class xx begins now! Please come to the stage to draw lots! " As soon as the words sound just fell, seven small captains quickly ran forward, scrambling to draw up the brand. Some teams draw ancient poems, some teams draw modern poems, and some teams also draw foreign poems. The captain of our team painted a poem "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night", which is an ancient poem expressing emotion through the scenery, and expressed his joy through the description of the spring rain. Obviously, we should recite it with excitement and happiness.
The game has started. The first team appeared. Their backs are neat and their feelings are in place. After the discussion between the marking teacher and teacher X, they got a perfect score of 10 and gave them a good score of 7.
With applause, the second team also stepped onto the podium. They also recited an ancient poem, The Book of Songs? Pick the European Union. I listened carefully, full of enthusiasm, unique creativity and warm and affectionate tone, and I was amazed, especially their creativity, movements and demeanor, which were really unforgettable! After reading aloud, the marking teacher picked up the chalk and wrote a bright red number-9! Oh, my God, what a high score! At least six of these scores were won by their creativity. It's a pity that our team was not prepared for this before the game. The notes of poetry seem to jump much slower.
Then, the third team, that is, my team, although not as unique as the second team, we walked onto the podium with confidence and recited. Alas, because of our poor feelings and untidiness, we failed to achieve satisfactory results this time, so we climbed down from the podium in despair. At this moment, the notes of poetry seem to have turned gray, and they are no longer jumping happily.
The fourth team recited, and the fifth team recited ... Their notes jumped stronger and stronger, but the more we watched it, the more guilty we became, and we couldn't wait to open a crack in the ground and get in.
The second round of the game has begun. This time we drew a beautiful foreign poem: birch. We have practiced this poem too much! Although people don't have much creativity, we can achieve Excellence in other fields! We cheered up again, and the smile reappeared on our faces. After reciting by 1 and 2 groups. We went to the podium again and recited:
At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
……
We recited in unison, making everyone feel that this is a wonderful enjoyment. The content of this poem has aroused many beautiful associations. The teacher and classmates applauded warmly. We adjusted our excitement a little and continued to recite in that common sweet voice:
Birch trees wander around.
Sunset,
It turned to the snowy branches.
And a silver glow,
Ah! How poetic! The classroom is full of poetic notes, which come from our hearts and from our understanding of poetry. We were intoxicated by the atmosphere of poetry reading, and everyone seemed to have forgotten me. Vivid language depicts the beauty of birch and outlines its furry branches. Poetry is flying and touching our hearts ... At this moment, beauty is edifying our hearts with poetic notes!
Under the stage, applause and exclamations continued. The performance of the 7-member poetry recitation group is over. Nine points! The marking teacher gave us an exciting score!
Later, team 4 recited it again, and team 5 recited it again ... We are full of confidence and look forward to the teacher's summary.
Teacher X finally spoke: "I was very moved to see the performance of my classmates today." This poetry reading contest fully demonstrated the talents of our xx class and deepened everyone's interest in poetry. I declare the xx Squadron Poetry Competition over! "
At this moment, the whole class is boiling again, and the notes of poetry have already formed a most beautiful symphony, which will always reverberate in everyone's heart, especially us, who have long been infected by this music!
Yes, although this is a limited period of time, the notes in our poetry are infinite. When our first note floated over the classroom, poetry had entered the hearts of everyone in our three teams and every inch of our three teams.
Unity is strength.
The Chinese character competition that everyone misses is coming. The students are very excited. Each team is preparing for the Chinese character competition. Fight for the championship.
Our fourth class is no exception. Everyone is busy, so we should stick together. Some collect crossword puzzles, some collect allegorical sayings, some collect guessing methods, some make plans ... and even spend their spare time discussing them. No, as soon as the bell rang, we sat together and chatted. Take out the collected data, find out the six most difficult crossword puzzles and nine unfamiliar homophonic allegorical sayings, and engrave them in your heart. We also mastered the method of guessing questions and recited some questions that everyone thought were from other groups, so we were well prepared.
The Chinese character contest has begun. We are not nervous at all, as cool as a cucumber. We are no different in peacetime, but feel a little happy. Because we know that only unity can succeed. As long as we unite as one, we will not give up and give up, and nothing can beat us! Isn't there a song called "Unity is Strength"? Only with unity and friendship can we win! We showed the first question, which is a crossword puzzle: "ninety-nine". Ha! The other party was speechless. That precious point didn't fall into the other hand. Because there is a title in the competition request book, the next title is the crossword puzzle in the Chinese book: you can't walk fast if you have the heart, you can't run out of water, the grass is hard to pick up, and you will eat when you meet food. Because this is a crossword puzzle in a Chinese book, everyone knows the answer, and the other party bites the score ... it's the other party's turn to write questions, and we answer them. Naturally, not to be outdone, the other party tried their best to confuse us. Another person said the first question, a riddle of two-part allegorical sayings: "There are pockets hanging in white clouds." "I know! It's a ride! " Our Liang Aini spoke the answer accurately, and the score was tightly held in our hands. The second is a crossword puzzle in the Chinese book: "Two trees." Lin, we told the answer with one voice. The other party was anxious and asked, "Come again." I thought about it and got the answer: "It's the word Ran!" "That's right." The other side said it looked a little depressed ... we won the game. Students' hearts are like February, and the spring breeze is warm. I believe that unity is strength.
The second game began, and we strengthened our "fighting capacity" and beat the "enemy" out of the water. Our hearts seem to have a blooming peach blossom, so fresh and so happy.
The final is coming, and our eyes are shining with joy, looking forward to the final result. We immediately uncovered the mystery of the first two-part allegorical saying: Zanthoxylum bungeanum fell into the rice jar. Five, four, three, two, one, great! The other party didn't answer. I immediately said the second question: "moths to the fire." This is a riddle of two-part allegorical sayings, and the other party must not answer it! I thought to myself, a little joy poured out. "I know, it's suicide." The other party is holding on to a point line by line. He was right. No way! I froze, my nose hurt, and I barely said, "That's right." At this point, the other party cheered and hugged happily. We sigh again and again. The other side began to give questions. Their first question is: "Beating grandchildren outside." We racked our brains and couldn't think of anything. That point just flew out of the clouds. Then, the other party asked two more questions. After careful consideration, we answered correctly. Finally, we won. The applause of the students thundered and rained down on us. Everyone's heart suddenly surges with a happy mood, and intoxicating happiness permeates our hearts, just like an old farmer who planted seeds and immediately saw buds. There was a smile on his face and his whole heart seemed to be coated with honey. Suddenly, tears filled my eyes. I cried and my heart was shaking. Those are my happy tears and my excited tears!
I realized once again that a drop of crystal dew, though beautiful, could not stand the exposure of the sun. No matter how powerful a person is, he can't fight against the world alone. The weather is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as people! I firmly believe that unity is strength!