At that age, I had two homes, one was my real home and the other was my alma mater, where I felt warmer. In a blink of an eye, six years slipped through my fingers like a gust of wind and left in laughter. For six years, I have experienced ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and I can't say it in one breath.
I remember that in the fifth grade, the school organized a tug-of-war competition, which was extremely spectacular. The cheers and shouts of the whole sixth grade were earth-shattering and deafening. Our class won the first prize by drawing lots. The scorching sun scorched the earth, but the students kept cheering for us despite the bad weather and finally won. The whole class jumped three feet high with joy, and everyone's heart was beating nervously at the start. The tug-of-war refused to let go of his grip on the rope and squeezed all the sweat out of his head. What's more, he started. Holding a long rope in his hand, the veins stood out suddenly and violently, and everyone was roaring. What impressed me the most was Class Four, which was the first time to fight with us. That class has gained a lot of weight and strength, which makes us feel a little chilly. We can't lose the first tug of war. I was a little happy when I won Class Four for the first time, but I was won by Class Four for the second time. This is a huge psychological trauma. The third time I encouraged my classmates to shout, "Take Class Four! Come on! Take them down! " The whole class shook up and worked hard together-in less than a few seconds, they were defeated.
Bitterness-nothing in the world will be beautiful, and reality is always cruel. We were defeated by Class Six. When we pulled, more than half of the students in the middle dropped, and we lost! But instead of being discouraged, everyone began to make up for our mental trauma.
Six years of classmates, of course, talking is better than nothing. Isn't it great that he gives you warmth when you need it and gives you happiness when you are happy?
An unforgettable 450-word composition about primary school life in grade two or six.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life will become my memory. Looking back on my primary school life, I lingered on the campus that accompanied me day and night; Picking up the emotional fragments of childhood, I gradually recalled a lot ... I opened the yellowed paper, and my most unforgettable thing was the three-day collective life-military training. I remember it was summer, and as soon as we arrived, we had to put on our military uniforms and caps. Everyone is complaining about the thick military uniform and the need to use a belt. That was the first time I used a belt. We packed our things, cleaned the dormitory, and then went down to gather. The assembly should be punctual and corporal punishment should be given if it is late. "One, two, three ..." The instructor shouted the password. Our coach is a handsome young man. The male instructor didn't ask much of us, because he was very kind, so some students wrote love letters to the instructor, which made us laugh-we lined up neatly in the hot sun to do a series of exercises-leapfrog and push-ups ... very tired! In the evening, after supper, we will wash the dishes ourselves. The next step is to complete self-study. The instructor told us many stories in the canteen and taught us to sing military songs, just like our friends, talking and laughing with us. It was not until ten o'clock in the evening that we returned to the dormitory. It is late at night. It's dark and we can't see anything. The wind is still blowing. We are all very scared. We didn't stay in our own bed, so we went to sleep with other students and told our little secret. Suddenly. All I heard was "Be quiet and go to sleep!" "Because everyone is afraid of corporal punishment, they fell asleep. So we spent the next two days. Although it was difficult, we got pleasure from it.
Primary school life is happy, angry, sad, joyful, sad and unforgettable. Goodbye!
An unforgettable 450-word composition about primary school life in grade three and six.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life is coming to an end. Recalling the past, I can't help crying. I still remember when I first went to school, I cried and couldn't go. Father finally coaxed me. When I got to school, I was afraid of strange faces and sat on the ground crying again. Crying and crying, a pair of generous big hands picked me up. I don't know why, but I feel a warm current coming to my heart. I gradually stopped crying and walked into the classroom. ...
It suddenly occurred to me that I accidentally fell to the ground and broke my head while playing parallel bars. You called my parents and sent me to the health center. When I get to the hospital, you sit on the bed with me. Seeing your anxious eyes, my nose suddenly turned sour and shed tears. You saw me crying and asked, "Does it hurt?" I shook my head. After my parents came, you left silently. ...
Can't forget your generous hand; I can't forget your cheerful smile; I can't forget your joke; Can't forget your songs; I can't forget your serious face; can't forget it ...
Remember, we cried together; Remember, we jump rope and run together; Remember, we share weal and woe; Remember, we laughed together; Remember, we had a party together; commemorate ...
I will never forget you, and I will cherish my graduation!
An unforgettable 450-word composition of primary school life in grade four or six.
Six years of primary school life is beautiful; Have success; There are failures and setbacks. But it doesn't matter, because in these six years, I not only got knowledge and friendship, but also got lessons and criticisms. Primary school, ready to end, but primary school life, let me never forget. During this time, I made more than 50 classmates, among whom the male classmates can form "friends"! Help each other when there are difficulties; Borrow books from each other; Share food with each other; If you have difficulties, you can mediate with each other ... everything you do will deepen our friendship. Now, our friendship is like a staggered rope made of nylon, which cannot be stopped. But today, I will leave soon, and I feel very sad, especially my long-term partners: Pang, Deng Jiayang and so on. I hope our future friendship will be as broken as a lotus root.
In addition, during this time, I want to thank my teacher:
Thank you for teaching me in every grade, which has turned me from an innocent little boy into an ambitious young man! Besides, you made me understand the importance of reading. You taught me your knowledge with your own efforts and youth, so that I can think independently and doubt independently without the help of the outside world. Here, I want to thank you. Soon, I will go to middle school. I know that your task is to train the next generation, and my task is to study hard and make contributions to the country when I grow up. Perhaps, we will never meet again, but I will always remember you, your appearance and name have been engraved in my heart, and I will always remember you!
I am both happy and sad at this moment of leaving my alma mater. I am glad that I will go to middle school soon, but sad that I will say goodbye to my classmates soon. Primary school life is coming to an end, but I will never forget my primary school time and my primary school life!
An unforgettable composition of primary school life in grade five or six, with 450 words.
My primary school is Zhengzhangzi Primary School. The outer wall of our classroom is yellow, there are landscape trees around the playground, and there is green space behind the school. There is a lecture desk in the classroom. The students' desks and chairs are neatly arranged, the ground is clean, and the glass is polished like a mirror by the students. In class, students sit with a book and read the text together. The sound attracted flocks of birds, who were singing happily in the Woods. Suddenly, the bell rang, the students left the classroom, and the playground was full of students' laughter. When I was in primary school, I had several good friends, such as He Chen. My classmates and I circled in the playground and played water splashing games. The teacher came and the students surrounded the teacher hand in hand. The teacher shouted, "help, I'm surrounded!" " "The boys rushed to" save "the teacher.
At noon, after lunch, the students take a nap on their desks. There are some greedy classmates eating ice cream. When the teacher comes, call them to the front and tell them to face the wall and admit their mistakes.
In winter, students wear fat cotton-padded jackets and turn into little penguins. There is a stove in the room. After class, the students sat around the stove and told stories together.
Well done! Unfortunately, time flies. In a blink of an eye, we have become junior high school students and have adapted to junior high school life. However, I will forget my alma mater, which gave me good memories!