From the first day of entering middle school, it means growing up. I can't be as headstrong and ignorant as before. I want to learn more about responsibility, understanding and strength. The colorful junior high school life has gradually freed me from the naivety of primary school and experienced the tense and happy life in middle school.
Participating in the first ancient poetry recitation competition in junior high school really made me feel the fun of learning. At the same time, it also improves our appreciation of ancient poetry. One day, the school organized an ancient poetry reading contest for the first day of junior high school, and it was time. The host has been talking about the rules of the game, perhaps because he is too nervous, and he always feels that time passes quickly. Our primary school has never organized such an activity, and it is necessary to draw lots in front of so many people. I'm really scared.
The first part of collective recitation seems to be much easier, and I am very satisfied with my performance. In the second part, everyone is highly concentrated, and it is our class's turn to draw lots. The tension spread again, and my heart was pounding. Although I am fully prepared and feel good about myself, I am afraid of making mistakes because of nervousness. Soon after the draw, everyone stared at the big screen. I'm happy and disappointed that I didn't get the lottery. Disappointed that I prepared for several days, there should be no problem and I lost a chance to exercise.
Finally, we won the second prize with excellent results. Looking at the smile that permeates the corners of the mouth, let us have such a smile because of our success in primary school.
Although we are not the first, we are not discouraged, because then we have goals and room for progress. It also made me feel the power of unity. Yes, that's life. After leaving primary school, we ushered in a better and most dreamy moment in our lives. Although there will be endless homework and books, sometimes it will really make us breathless, but I seem to like this life gradually.
Time flies, flowers bloom and fall. Six years of primary school life is fleeting. In a blink of an eye, we will bid farewell to our alma mater, classmates and teachers. Six years of primary school life makes me miss it.
I've changed a lot here. Let me become sensible from ignorance, brave from timidity, and knowledgeable from ignorance. I have learned a lot from abc to English words, from nursery rhymes to classical Chinese, from 123 to solving equations. Every progress I make embodies the cultivation of our alma mater. My alma mater is the starting point of my life and my second home. I will always remember this place, and I will always remember my alma mater.
There are teachers who care about us as much as their mothers. Whenever our classmates fail, the teacher always encourages us to say; Failure is the mother of success, failure is not terrible, as long as you find the reason of failure and correct it in time, I believe success is waiting for you ahead. Whenever a classmate succeeds, the teacher always smiles as if to say; Don't be proud, I hope you can do it as well as this time next time. Whenever a classmate fights, the teacher always tries his best to resolve the contradiction. This is our teacher. She is a conscientious, meticulous and conscientious teacher. A conscientious, meticulous and conscientious teacher. I want to say to my teacher: Teacher, I am proud to have a teacher like you.
There are classmates like brothers and sisters here. Whenever a classmate is ill and doesn't come to class, there will always be active classmates to make up lessons for him. Whenever a classmate is injured, there will always be a classmate carrying him home. I want to say to my classmates: Although we are about to separate, I believe our friendship will last forever.
If I can become a primary school student again, I think I will pay more and gain more.
March is also shaking, people are hesitating, and there are bursts of sadness in the classroom ...-Inscription.
Our trip to primary school is coming to an end. When I received everyone's classmate records, my disappointment began to spread until my heart. ...
Standing at the school gate, watching the first-grade children walk into the school accompanied by their parents, I saw the shadow of our year. Soon, we will never see the familiar campus again.
Standing on the school playground, watching the students running around. I saw our shadows in those days. Soon, we will never see the track that used to sweat like rain again.
Standing in front of the teaching building, watching the students enjoy the happiness brought by knowledge under the guidance of the teacher. I saw our shadow in those days, and soon, we will not see the classroom where we studied together.
Standing in front of the school platform, watching the first-grade children's joining ceremony, their red scarves hung on their chests. I saw our shadow in those days, and soon, we will never see the swearing-in podium again.
Standing in front of the teacher's office, watching the teacher read the test paper hard, a classmate came in and hit the teacher on the back, and I saw our shadow. Soon, we won't be able to hear the teacher's lecture.
Now, we will live up to our parents' expectations; Now the students on the playground are so handsome; Now, we study hard in the classroom; Now, we will not forget the promises made under the rostrum; Now, we won't forget what the teacher taught us!
The time of primary school life, in the tense learning environment, is long gone. ...
Teacher, you have created all our studies and cultivated all our moral qualities. Teacher, no matter how bumpy life is in the future, we will remember what you said to us, "stand firm every step." Teacher, no matter how hard life is in the future, we will remember what you said to us: "There is no mountain higher than people, and there is no road longer than people." We will keep your teachings in mind.
Friend, do you still remember the blooming and falling flowers we walked together? In those years, we poured out our helplessness to each other and then faced it together? We agreed to be friends for life, but when we carried one schoolbag to the left and the other to the right, we were afraid that we would never hear from each other again.
Classmate, although we have been unhappy, we have been classmates for six years, and all that comes to mind is your kind smiling face. I forgot my unhappiness in chasing you near the men's room. I only remember our performance in Qi Xin when we worked together for the collective. ...
In the near future, everything will become a memory. Please remember my thoughts about you.
Before long, time will make us forget everything. Teachers and students, please remember July. ...
In my memory, your eyes are always so kind and your face is still in my heart. I wish you the same, and I promise you the same. I just hope we can meet again. ...