I'm going to graduate, and the closer I get to graduation, the more I recall the past time.
Our memories make this graduation moment warm. We think of those classmates who live together day and night, those teachers who are strict with us on the surface, but in fact they are full of concern for us, and the happy time we had on campus. Our campus life carries many beautiful memories, which makes us reluctant to part at this graduation moment. We will leave this place that brings us knowledge and happiness, bid farewell to ourselves and enter a new stage of life.
In my memory, what I can't forget most is my class teacher. The head teacher is a very responsible teacher. He cares about the study of every student in the class and makes some study plans for us according to the students' own situation. It took my teacher a long time to make a study plan for me because of my poor academic performance. When the teacher brought me the outline of his study plan, I completely felt the teacher's concern for me. The teacher is very concerned about our academic performance and health.
Once, I caught a cold because of a cold. It was the teacher who helped me to the infirmary on campus. The teacher has been with me, comforting me that as long as I take my medicine on time, I will get better.
These warm memories have warmed my whole campus life. Thank the head teacher for taking care of me when I was sick.
At the time of graduation, there are still many memories in my mind, and these memories are so warm. I want to thank my teachers and classmates. We get along every day, study together and play together after class. Numerous happy things happened between classmates.
I am about to graduate, recalling these past events, my heart is full of disappointment.
Graduation Memories Sixth Grade Composition 2 Now we are all sunshine teenagers and energetic girls. We all changed from timid little brothers and sisters in grade one to big brothers and sisters in grade six. We are young and frivolous, and always have endless troubles; When we grow up, we are respectful and polite to others and behave well in front of adults. But when I left, I felt sad. When I remember before graduation, I always ...
Think of the first day of us, one by one, timid, stupefied. In class, sometimes I listen carefully and sometimes I do something small. After class, sometimes I was bullied by my senior classmates, and sometimes I talked back to my senior classmates. Think of the first day, really two-faced.
In the third grade, it slowly changed. From cowardice and ignorance to courage and understanding. We didn't call or pay back the money. After two years of getting along, we all became good classmates. At school, we compete for grades in class and go out to have fun after class; Not only that, we often get together when we are outside and have a good time with hippies; In this way, we are very familiar with any classmates and become good friends.
Finally, in the sixth grade, I suddenly felt that time flies and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. We all lamented that we didn't get along very well before. We all feel each other's reluctance and nostalgia. We were always dissatisfied before, but now I am very grateful to our teacher for his care and love. If we are thriving seedlings, we can't do without the nourishment and care of gardeners; If we are flowers, we cannot do without the pollination of butterflies; If we are a small tree, we can't live without the shelter of a big tree. Thank you! Teacher; Thank you! Classmate; Thank you! Alma mater.
Memories before graduation are both happy and sad, but they are also colorful. Goodbye! Look at my alma mater where I grew up; Goodbye! A diligent teacher; Goodbye! Dear students.
Graduation Memories Sixth Grade Composition April 3 1 Day, on this unique day, all sixth grade students in Ma Xiao ushered in a unique time-filming graduation photo.
It happened to be April Fool's Day. I didn't believe it at first either. Did the school play a joke on us? I walked into the campus the next day and saw a huge photo, so I believed it.
When I walked into the classroom, everyone's face was full of smiles. They were talking about this important event. At 8 o'clock sharp, we excitedly went downstairs. A * * * four rows, I stood in the last second row, every floor, my heart was pounding. I am afraid of heights. Although excluding graduation photo is exciting, I still can't change my mental illness. Standing on it, I dare not move or imagine what I would do in the last row. Looking around, I found that all the other classes were "little black sheep", and only our class was colorful. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. How discordant it is to take photos! But then I thought, we are different. In the photo, our class is the brightest star, the most prominent, which can be seen at a glance. Then, all the teachers in Ma Xiao joined in and we applauded warmly. I put on a smiling face and wanted to leave my best side in the camera. Click is the most beautiful picture. This is a family photo of Ma Xiao.
Of course, the family photos of our Class 6 (5) can't be less. Three teachers sat in the middle, and I stood beside them. I wish I could sit with three teachers. The moment I pressed the shutter, I stole a glance, but I immediately adjusted it, because it was a family photo of our Class 6 (5) family!
This is the most precious family photo and the best gift for six years of primary school.
Graduation Memories Sixth Grade Composition 4-Green leaves always leave trees and become fallen leaves; The world will always change and become a beautiful harbor; We always have to leave and become the white sails of friendship. ...
recall
Calm down, will I still remember our years?
A thermos in winter-a teacher who is cold outside and hot inside; Watching the play like a doll all day-Ling Jiang, who is in high spirits; Hollow radish-Zhou Cailang, ugly and useless; Down-to-earth Xu Xingmei; There is also Ma Guanyu, who has been praised by our class for many times as "ADHD infant patients"; The late king-Wang Qijun (now dead); King of Humor-Cheng Xiaoxiao ...
ferment
Calm down, will I remember those things in our class? Can you write it again? ……
Let's go, six.
Will you sing "Wish" again? "The lake is your eyes, dreaming of the stars all over the sky, and your mood is changing, waiting is more constant ..." Singing and listening, I heard some crying whispers. ...
see you again
Primary school life is like a colorful picture book, recording the moments of our growth. There are different people, different events, different moods and young hearts.
But another example is an interesting picture book story, which depicts our complete childhood fun and unforgettable things.
But like a poem, in this poem, we wrote down our immortal childhood, which is both immortal and reluctant.
We will meet again in the graduation season in June. How many times do you leave in life? Parting is the first stop in life. There is no smooth road in life for you, and even if there is, you will be a weak person in the end. Only with rough roads can you be stronger.
Goodbye, classmates who have been with me for six years and get along with each other day and night; Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, let me learn to leave here-my alma mater!
Before graduation, I remembered a few things, all about my primary school life. This is probably the most unforgettable experience in my primary school.
I am a sophomore, studying Chinese painting. In fact, I made a mistake, and it is precisely because of my dislocation that it will be helpful in the future. The place where I study Chinese painting is the library. Every time I have a rest, I will draw some cartoons to read. At that time, Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf were still popular, and there were no traces of comics being borrowed. Once it's time for class, my head can't go back, and my heart goes to the comic book Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. Therefore, I didn't learn Chinese painting skills, but also browsed books.
I have been interested in groups since the second grade. I think if I can, I can learn, and I can learn drawing groups according to my hobbies. There is a classmate in Class 8 in the drawing group. Because he has sarcoma (a little) in his ear, I like to pinch his ear. His ears are really funny. The teacher of Class 4 opened the screen, and I forgot what I was going to draw (children's drawing should be correct). There is so little paper that I almost have no paper to draw, so I have to take something else.
Once, I painted with other paper, about 50k in size, with horizontal pages and horizontal rolls. The teacher of Class 4 immediately looked at me and said fiercely, "How can this paper be used for drawing?" In this way, the paper was "killed" by the teacher. There is no paper, teacher, but you can at least give me a blank piece of paper and draw a picture! When the teacher saw me like this, he stared at me and said nothing.
I have to hand in my manuscript in the third grade, saying that I want to paint science and technology. I am very happy, too. I went home and started drawing colored lead beards. I just drew a few simple houses, painted them in color, and it was a simple solution. What's your name? What is a strange house? When I showed it to the teacher the next day, the teacher asked me, "What is this? Strange house? " I just nodded. Finally, this painting was eliminated.
An art teacher came to the fifth grade, and we thought he was at the wrong door. There are very few male art teachers like him! Now that I think about it, the art he taught was the best and the most professional. He speaks pottery, paper-cutting and painting very well, as if he had entered a very interesting story. One day the teacher asked us, "Which one of you can draw Chinese painting?"
Hearing this, I froze, froze. From the memory of my mind, I actually studied Chinese painting, but my painting skills are very poor. My mother said the money was wasted, but at least there was room! I raised my hand to comfort my past and turned decay into magic. Unexpectedly, the male teacher called my name and said that he would go to the piano, book, chess and painting classroom to practice in the afternoon.
Just practicing. I think. To tell you the truth, I used to come here for nothing just to stay until you went back to cram school. My partner (now my deskmate) keeps calling "Brother, can you draw Chinese?" My ears are beginning to sprout. By the time the calluses stop growing, the school has been out of school for dozens of minutes.
That's it. It's always been like this. By May 30th, the class three live painting competition was still in the county seat. I didn't bring any materials, but I also held two scrolls, which were heavier than Mount Tai. If it weren't for the enthusiastic help of my classmates, I would have almost become a "living fake painter" Although I can draw a little (landscape painting, how difficult it is), it is good to be able to draw it.
Fortunately, I got the second prize by painting the mountain askew, otherwise I would be shooting myself in the foot. It's good that the discarded things can be recycled. But since I won this prize, I have begun to take an interest in painting.
I have long wanted to write these two things, but I finally wrote them today, which is a big worry in my heart.
These two things are really my most unforgettable memories when I graduated, especially the second thing. Perhaps, in everyone's view, this matter is nothing, just a very ordinary thing. No, in this case, it's nothing for an English teacher to write a message, just a Chinese teacher. Perhaps, some people think that the words "Chinese teacher" are mentioned too much in my article. In fact, sometimes I don't want to mention them. Those words just came out easily, and I couldn't help myself. Alas ..... friends who have read my article know that I wrote her article perfectly. You will ask, is she really that good? In fact, people are not perfect, and neither is she. She has a bad temper and doesn't like chaos. Whenever we screw up in class, she will fly into a rage. Hehe, sometimes, you will be angry with me. But I don't care about all this, because my love for her is enough to bury all this.
Seeing this, you may not understand me: Are you possessed? She is just one of your teachers. After only teaching you for a year, she will say goodbye to you. Do you need this? I don't know why I am so attached to her and like her. I've thought about this question for a long time, but I still have no answer. On sound, generalization; On the lecture, it is indeed very detailed, but every teacher who has taught me is very detailed; About writing, well, how can I put it? Just so-so ... I have considered all these factors, and none of them can help me find the cause of that problem.
However, on weekdays, she is really good to me. Let me know if there are any activities, and let me participate. My exercise book is taken away by her every time I attend an exhibition. For example, in the last final exam, the class teacher put me in a small examination room and won't draw me (when we take the exam here, the candidates drawn in that examination room represent the whole class). In fact, the head teacher is not interesting, just thinking, anyway, I'm leaving, and it's different where to take the exam. But when she knew about it, she insisted on transferring me to the front examination room, but the class teacher said that the list of examination rooms had been sent to the Education Bureau. She said, no, that will change. She went to the Education Bureau again and had a hard time transferring me here. It's not that my grades are so good. I am in the top few, but I can't keep up with the Chinese class representative in our class ... alas, I don't want to, and there is no result. Maybe God made me like her and made her like me, which is actually quite good. At least there are people who like me besides my relatives.
I met her in the supermarket the day before yesterday. She took her two daughters shopping and I met her. She told me some things to pay attention to when going to art school, including everything in life. She asked me to read more books in the summer vacation so as not to have time to read there, and also asked me to practice the piano so as not to be tested by others ... She talked a lot, said goodbye to me and led her daughter away. She has left me for a long time, but I'm still in a daze ... huh? This is the postscript to writing an article. Why did you make fun of her again? Now let's get back to the point.
Thank those friends who read my article, and thank your for his support. I will make persistent efforts in the future. I hope everyone will support me a lot!
Poplar, thank you in advance!