Poetry says: Time flies, never to return. It takes five years to remember my classmates.
In other words, time flies. Four years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I still remember my classmates. In my memory, what happened to my classmates has become a colorful ocean. My deepest memory is the fifth grade. ? Memories of the fifth grade have to start from our class. It was a Friday afternoon. I came to school after lunch and saw the classroom door wide open. I didn't even think about striding into the classroom. I looked around and found that there were not many people in the class. I strode to my seat. ? Seeing my deskmate doing math homework, I watched it for a while and sat down. My deskmate said to me: We have physical education class this afternoon! After hearing the news, I jumped for joy. It doesn't matter if you jump so much. I alarmed the monitor. He asked me what I was doing, but I didn't answer. Answer him and sit down awkwardly. After a while, the bell rang and the students rushed out of the classroom. I ran out, too The campus is so noisy that students do everything. In short, it was very lively. Ding, when the bell rings, the students are like a group of people? Generally pour into the classroom. Hardly had I sat down when the teacher stepped onto the platform. The students were silent, and the teacher smiled and said to us: Students, I have a good news for you. Our first class this afternoon is physical education class.
After hearing the news, all the students? I cried excitedly, and the classroom that was silent just now became a lively paradise.
Chapter two: Memories of primary school life.
How time flies! Another week has passed. Because it's Friday and school is early, several partners and I are going to take a walk in the primary school.
As soon as you step into primary school, you will see familiar and gentle faces, and you will feel the spring breeze blowing gently on your cheeks. Here we have the most familiar environment, the most familiar teachers and the most familiar smell.
We climbed the Liu Ba Pavilion, and I suddenly found that it has changed a lot in the future. The narrow stream no longer flows, and the stones that let us step on the Baliu Pavilion become uneven and covered with green moss. I think back to the summer of my first and second year of high school, when we played here. Whenever class is over, we always flock to this pavilion, or reach into the cool stream and hold it to wash our cheeks. No matter how hot it is, it will disappear. Sometimes, we will sit in the pavilion, listening to the tinkling sound of running water, or lying by the well, carefully sticking our heads out to see the reflection in the water.
I came to my senses, sat in the pavilion and looked at the fountain not far away. The scene of my childhood reappeared in front of my eyes, where we also had our laughter. At that time, we always liked to be naughty when the water was sprayed, walking around on the chess carved in stone and feeling the coolness of the water. Or lying on the railing and watching the fish play in the water, how free and carefree we were then!
Now, our primary school study career is coming to an end, and the study burden has increased a lot. We can't play as we did when we were young, but we should step up our study and concentrate.
We used to play in primary school, with laughter and happy childhood memories. How I miss primary school life!
Chapter three: Memories of primary school life.
In a blink of an eye, my primary school life is coming to an end, and I have grown from an ignorant child to a mature girl. Six years' experience can be described as sour, sweet, crying and spicy, among which bitter and sweet are the most memorable.
I still remember when we were in the fifth grade, near the final exam, we tried our best to squeeze time to review every day. At 7: 00 or 8: 00 in the evening, we read the' teaching reference counseling book'; Struggle for the big exam every day. The mountain of self-criticism is high and the topic is deep. Every day between classes, it is not naive laughter that reverberates, but the rustling of the pen tip touching the paper. During the break, we no longer discuss celebrity gossip and comic games, but discuss math and Chinese topics. Every day, I thought it was easy to finish my homework quickly, but every time I finished my homework, I turned to look at the ticking alarm clock and found that time had slipped away in my pen. At that time, I wanted to go back to our childhood when we were still eating lollipops, instead of being immersed in black and white exercise books. —— Suffering from the spring outing in the third grade, our class launched the first wonderful tug-of-war competition. After the draw, we selected the contestants and tied a bright red ribbon in the middle of the long rope. All the players were in high spirits and held back their strength. Lou Kaicheng grasped the rope tightly and shouted with his friends. He pulled the rope to his side with all his strength. Cheerleading is more lively, hands shaking, almost screaming. Come on, come on, our momentum is stronger. After several dangerous struggles, the red ribbon finally moved to our side, and all of us fell down with a splash. We immediately jumped up and shouted: We won! We won-before I knew it, my primary school life was over, and I was going to say goodbye to my alma mater and teachers. We enjoy the sunshine of knowledge here, with the guidance of good teachers and the love of close classmates. Finish primary school in this beautiful environment and enjoy the wave of knowledge here.
Six years of campus life is a colorful world full of fairy tales. During recess and on the playground, we have paintings everywhere. Here tells us whether we are rich in scientific knowledge or happy. The sun rises, and the five-star red flag rises from the campus Ran Ran at this time every day, which warms our hearts. Campus life is our childhood life, so beautiful, so beautiful.
Chapter four: Recalling the composition of primary school life.
I will graduate soon! Looking at the vast blue sky outside the window, my heart is full of hope for the future. When I fly high, I am full of disappointment.
In the past six years, it was the tireless teaching of the teacher that made me master the tricks of reading, calculating and writing, and realized the fun of learning. It was the teacher's selfless dedication that inspired my wisdom and taught me how to treat people and things. It is the teacher's exploration and training that gives me the opportunity to display my talents. Thank you for your company, so that I can thrive in my growing years.
Looking back on these two thousand days, there are our reading sounds and singing and laughing in the classroom; Trees germinate and leave our footprints in the corridor; We are more energetic on the court. I remember once, the girls in the class lost in the basketball match between classes because of the differential difference, and several male basketball experts who are in charge of training us on weekdays actually cried. Once upon a time, in the debate, we were red-faced and miserable, but when we turned around, we were laughing.
Ah, six years ago, I came empty-handed. Today, six years later, I'm full! The interaction between teachers and students and the mutual love and assistance between classmates will be the best memories of my primary school life!
Chapter 5: Memories of primary school life.
The short five-year primary school life is fleeting. Whenever I recall the past, I cry. Boring middle school life, there is no naive laughter and reading sound coming from that primary school classroom.
In retrospect, only good memories are left, and the joys and sorrows of the past have become part of fantasy novels. The footprints left by childhood are only vague now, just like the hazy figure in the morning fog.
I remember when I was in primary school, the class teacher once told us that when I was in junior high school, I would miss my primary school life. At that time, how could we feel that way? When we entered the busy middle school life, we really realized the meaning of the teacher's words.
Naive, I dreamed that I was old in countless dreams, but when our dreams came true, we were not excited.
When we first stepped into the middle school gate, although the air was full of strange smells, I was still excited and happy with the birds flying in the blue sky.
However, in the face of heavy study pressure, I am at a loss. I don't know why, I'm tired of middle school life.
I once compared middle school life to a painting. Primary school life is like a painting full of color and spring breath, while middle school life is full of color and spring breath.
Learning life is like only monotonous black and white, except for them, there is no color.
I really miss primary school life.