Sixth grade graduation composition 1 "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly." Blink of an eye, the happy primary school life is coming to an end, and the graduation exam is quietly approaching. So every middle school has started the senior high school entrance examination.
I took the first exam in No.14 Middle School. On the day of the exam, I ushered in a new day with the first ray of sunshine in the morning. As a primary school student, after a semester of intense study and six years of primary school life. We are about to have a review of our learning achievements-graduation examination. I believe that all of us, like me, hope to get excellent results in the exam, in order to repay our parents who have raised us hard, in order to repay our teachers who have trained us hard, and in order to encourage ourselves to study hard.
We all have a common goal: to get into a good middle school and meet the hard work of our parents for our exams. I have an irresistible impulse in my heart, and my face seems to be covered with the words "I have confidence". When I arrived at No.14 Middle School, I asked a lot of questions and finally found the location of the examination room No.25. I went to the examination room and began to review ... After a while, the invigilator came in. They asked us to leave the necessary things for the exam and throw away our schoolbags. I really couldn't stand such a fierce teacher at first. Later, the teacher gave us a paper (the first one is Chinese), and asked us to write down our name, class, test number and examination room, and then let us do it. Time slipped away bit by bit, and he quietly escaped from my pen when I was answering questions. I finished writing and began to feel smug. Later, I remembered what the teacher said to us before the exam: you should carefully examine the questions and check them carefully. Even if you can, it is because of the great pressure of words. These short sentences gave me the patience to check after writing ... the word "liquidation" fixed my score. The next class is math. I met many problems, but I remembered what the teacher said and I overcame them one by one.
The next day, my mother went to show me the music score. I only got 179. Although I only passed the fractional line, I did not pass the free fractional line. I was so sad that I cried when I got home. My mother comforted me for a long time ... I only heard my mother say to me, "There is still a chance to see if you are ready." In fact, I know there are countless opportunities on the 13th, 23rd and 25th. I cried not because I didn't go in for free, but because. ...
This 14th Middle School exam is nothing, although I have learned a lesson from it: opportunities only favor those who are prepared. Come on, the next exam in the 13th Middle School!
Grade 6 graduation composition 2 graduated! Graduated! My classmates and I really graduated! With sadness and happiness, my classmates and I left the primary school where we lived for six years.
Happiness is because my classmates and I have grown up and are about to enter middle school; And sad, because I want to say goodbye to my classmates who played with me all day, and wave goodbye to my intimate teacher. Looking back at the primary school that recorded my childhood with my classmates, I am reluctant to part with you. Six years have passed quickly, and I don't know how many stars are intoxicated in the arms of my alma mater. At this time, how can I erase this inseparable attachment with a wave of my hand?
The big banyan tree next to the playground watched me and my classmates move from innocence to broader knowledge, and watched me and my classmates grow up on campus. When I left school, I looked at the old banyan tree and remembered that scene: when the weather was hot, my classmates and I always went to the shade of banyan tree to enjoy the cool, and the lush branches and leaves of banyan tree selflessly contained me and my classmates, driving away the heat for me and my classmates.
When I didn't leave school, I felt that the school was not good. Although it is also a building, I always feel that my school is inferior. Today, the moment I left my alma mater, I suddenly felt that my alma mater had become bigger and enveloped me in it. That feeling is like leaving my home and going to a foreign land. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of home. Two lines of tears rolled down, not only me, but also those boys who are usually strong, and their eyes were red.
However, all things must come to an end. My classmates and I had to dry our tears, wave our hands and walk backwards to the school gate. At the school gate, we couldn't help but stop and look around. Our alma mater seems to be saying, "Go, son, the outside world is wider, show yourself!" " My classmates and I finally walked out of school with heavy steps. ...
Dear alma mater, no matter how beautiful the school will be in the future, I will always remember you in my heart!
Looking at the school in the photo, I am not familiar with it. I remember we played parallel bars together. We sing on the slide; Our sweat on the runway; We walked past the big banyan tree; We walk happily on the road to school; We chatted leisurely on the path, and maybe we will never go back there again. When we were in the Bay, we often lamented that our school was worse than Rose View. There is a saying that "only when it is over can we cherish it." I think that's what people do. We used to look forward to being like others all day, but now we want to go back, but we can't. This has become a fact. How can we change it? Looking at the clock in front of you makes people feel sorry. Maybe that's the case. When they have it, they don't know how to cherish it. When they lose it, they will feel sorry. Maybe we won't know what's delicious there until we leave Chica. Anyway, we have never forgotten it, nor what it looks like, nor will we forget it and the day when we lived. It will stay in our hearts forever. ......
I like Xiao Ai, because she is a very calm and wise person, and I also like her style. I like her everywhere, because she makes me feel distressed and makes everyone feel distressed, and because I am a bit like her, strong but fragile, with a little bit of strength. I really hope that she will never change back. She will always be a word, Haibalai, living in a carefree world of children. Her calm personality and deep and sharp wisdom hidden in her weak body make people have to cherish every word, every smile and every gaze. Although I don't pay equal attention to beauty and wisdom like her, I really like this anime character. She is not only an anime character, but also a soul. She is buried in everyone's heart.
But I shouldn't be too sad, because the road of life is like a circular runway. The end point and the starting point are together: the old end point is the new starting point. The end point is yesterday's record; The starting point indicates a better tomorrow. Maybe I will not adapt to the new place, but I will take it as a new starting point and make every day more brilliant! I hope everyone's life is more exciting ~!
It seems that in an instant, I graduated from primary school. There are many memories, friends and teachers here. In these six years, they accompanied me and became an indispensable part of me. However, they will leave me, leaving only memories and former friendship. I can't bear it. I'm not as willing as men. I'm just a girl. Although I will be strong, the people who accompany me have helped me. All this is indelible. They are unforgettable, just like hearts, but what should come will come. I can't be in primary school all the time. In junior high school, I will meet many new friends and teachers, but I am no better than the primary school teachers. I can go to junior high school, not only with the help of my parents, but also with the training of teachers. What can I learn without them? The stars twinkle at night. Without night, how can the stars shine? I hope that in this last year, I can work hard with my friends and teachers and leave my last good memories!
Everything in this is done with the company of my alma mater. When I leave, I want to say thank you to my alma mater Now, I stand in front of my alma mater again, just want to say: hello, alma mater!
Before graduation, I want to say to my teacher-
Teacher, I want to tell you that I love you! Your voice and smile often appear in my mind. Although you scold me, this is your concern and love for me! As the saying goes: beating is pro, scolding is love. What about you? I did it for my own good. I love you because you love everyone. You are like a mother who cares and cares for everyone, teaching everyone how to be a person and how to be a person. Be happy and sad with everyone. When you encounter difficult things, you always think hard in the office and help everyone come up with solutions. You are so amiable and loving!
Teacher, I want to tell you that you have worked hard! How much effort and effort have you put into educating everyone? Hidden under dark hair is dazzling hair. That's proof of your hard work. In order to cultivate these young seeds, you spare no effort to make up lessons for everyone every day. You often forget to pick up your daughter from school, and you are exhausted when you get home. Tomorrow, I will give you the next round of make-up lessons. You have to educate everyone so hard again. You are so hard!
I want to leave you, my alma mater, I want to leave you, teacher. I will always remember your words, remember your teachings, digest your criticisms, and bury your love and my love for you in the soil of my heart. Teacher, I want to say to you: "teacher, I love you, you have worked hard!" " "
I believe everyone has their own ideals! I am no exception. But my dream is different-to be an archaeologist!
When I was a child, I saw my father's heroic attitude when he was a policeman. I fantasize about how great it would be to be like my father when I grow up In kindergarten, the teacher told us how great Edison and Newton were. I think, I want to be a scientist admired by the world like them! Now, I am no longer the naive I used to be, and I no longer keep saying that I want to be a scientist. When I grow up, I know I should have a true and lofty ideal. Ever since I saw this history program on TV, I have been deeply attracted. From then on, I found myself in love with history and those magical and beautiful places. I like history programs and always stay on TV until I find out. There is a thick stack of Exploring History, Five Thousand Years of China and a complete history book on my bookshelf. When I have nothing to do, I always have to read it several times ... Since then, I have made a wish: I want to be an archaeologist and explore everywhere.
I hope to become an archaeologist through my own efforts when I grow up, explore the pyramids and see the legendary mummies and Anubis; I'm going to the Maya jungle to explore how many unknown Mayan cultures there are; I will also go to Hemudu to see how primitive people lived more than 7,000 years ago ... and I will also explore many mysterious places that have not been recorded in history or have never been discovered by human beings. Because, this world still hides many secrets that many people don't know. I will also record what I have seen and known, and write a book to witness the miracle!
Of course, I know this ideal is far from me, but I know I have successfully taken the first step. I will study harder and harder what I learned in school, read more books on archaeology and history, and watch more science and education programs on archaeology and history. And write them down for future review, deepen my historical knowledge and pave the way for future ideals. Of course, it is more important to learn the languages of many countries, and also to master enough scientific knowledge and common sense that must be known for survival in the wild. When I was in college, I studied archaeology a lot and worked hard to develop archaeology. In this way, as long as I stick to the ideal of archaeology and never give up, I believe I will become an excellent archaeologist!
On June 3 1, our school held a grand graduation ceremony. This graduation ceremony is more grand than before. The school invited teachers from many educational groups and parents of each student.
The contents of the graduation ceremony are colorful and beautiful. But who wants to go to the show with heart? This program includes dancing, songs, poetry reading, flower offering and so on. In this graduation ceremony, I performed in an endless stream. Seems pretty busy. This is the first time that my primary school is so busy, and it will be the last time. Thought of here, I can't help but feel sad.
Then, on the big screen, are the photos we left before: Lvye Village: the happiness of "self-reliance"; The spirit of "friendship first, competition second" in the sports meeting: the quality of "quick thinking, bold thinking and hard work" in the activity class; Successful "six (2)"; "Six (2)" failures are all unfolding before our eyes. While watching the "memories" on the screen, we listened to the melody of "flying with confidence" and were reluctant to part. I found my eyes moist and tears flowed down. Looking back, the girls had already cried. ...
At this time, the host said, "Teachers and students, don't cry!" But who will stop crying? Six years of friendship and teacher-student relationship have solidified at this moment!
Then, the headmaster will give us a diploma. Just listen to the word "yellow", it's my turn. I stepped forward and received my diploma from the headmaster. My heart is both excited and sad. Excited, I have become a qualified graduate; Sadly, this place will no longer belong to me. I have never been so attached to and cherished my primary school, and at this time, how I wish time could stay at this moment!
Time is always like this. When you want to stay, it goes fastest. The world is always like this. When we know how to cherish it, it will be lost ... Why do we finally understand the true meaning of the word "cherish"?
Finally, finally, we have to rush to our own worlds. Run to the next goal with friendship and teacher-student relationship. ...
In a blink of an eye, the pointer of primary school has turned to six o'clock. Students all hope that time can stop and stop flowing forward. However, time is still so unhurried, when we find that we want to catch it, it has disappeared without a trace.
Once, we cried together, laughed together, quarreled together and played games together. Who will forget all this? Once, we did our homework, drew pictures, read books and chatted together. Who can forget these things?
"Everything will end", and we are about to usher in the first "departure" in our lives. We go to school every day, and everyone still smiles brightly, quarreling and bickering as before, but in fact, there is a faint sadness in each of us.
It is lucky to walk under the same sky with my classmates. Let's chase together, grow together, laugh together, create together, experience together, and watch everything we have gone through together ... Let those memories gradually become eternal memories in the familiar campus!
After graduation, I send you a cake, ingredients: friendship, happiness, missing, storage: the warmest place in your heart, production date: from the moment we meet, shelf life: forever.
Time passed quickly. In a blink of an eye, I spent five years in primary school, recalling more than 1,800 minutes of days and nights, with distress, confusion, joy and gain. All this is like a string of tender footprints on the boundless beach, recording the dribs and drabs of my growth …
Today, I drew a satisfactory conclusion for my five-year primary school life. I graduated from primary school!
I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, my mother and I walked into the school gate of Puyang Experimental Primary School, feeling a little nervous and happy. I am very nervous, because I just came to this school, and I feel mysterious about everything in the school. I am happy because I left kindergarten and entered a new primary school life, which is more exciting than my previous life. When we were divided into classes, we saw that the list said Class 9, Grade 1, and my mother and I went to Class 9 happily. From that day on, I spent 1800 happy growing days in Class 9, a big family with 62 brothers and sisters.
Time flies, reading in happiness, writing in happiness, growing up in happiness, and before you know it, you will be in the fifth grade. We graduated from primary school! In Class 5 (9), the classic reading sound of Chinese class is echoing, the geometry and equations of mathematics kingdom are being deduced, the English-Chinese dialogue in English class is full of fun, the dancing figure on the playground is being played back, and papaya tree on campus is fragrant. ...
I graduated from primary school today! I left no regrets. I handed in a satisfactory answer sheet with a graduation score of 97.5. Sixty-two of our classmates took a group photo with the teacher. Teacher Song awarded me the certificate of outstanding graduate, the most potential award and the certificate of primary school graduation. Students are busy writing guest books to each other, leaving contact information and giving each other small gifts as souvenirs. We reluctantly waved goodbye to our beautiful campus, and some female students wiped their tears. We saw Mr. Song and Mr. Sun watching us leave school with tears in their eyes. ...
I graduated from primary school, and I painted a happy ending for five years. 1800 days of happy growth left an eternal memory in my mind. Let's cherish the good times now, and face, experience, welcome growth and embrace maturity in the new learning and growth of junior high school.
The six-year primary school is coming to an end, and we are going to graduate. Most of us are very happy, and so am I. We all look forward to the study and life in junior high school, new students, new students and new students.
The graduation exam is over. When the English exam ended on Thursday, the students shouted, "Yeah, the exam is over!" " "The students are ecstatic because they can say goodbye to their homework and enjoy relaxation!
Six years ago, we were small and naive. We don't know anything. The teacher taught us to write, read and stand at attention. Six years have passed, although we are not as sensible and have our own ideas as before, we are still teenagers! We cooperated and won the second place in the sports meeting; We actively participated in various activities and won many awards; We study together and have a deep friendship. We are punished, played and discussed together.
Blink of an eye, six years later, we are still thinking about our primary school life, still working hard together, and we have slipped away without knowing it.
We graduated. We have been together for six years. Will we meet again? Do you remember the time we spent together?
Let's win glory for our alma mater!
Long time no see, I really miss you. I don't know how you are.
Although you haven't taught us since the fifth grade, our hearts will always be with you. Our happy memories are still there; Our hearts are still thinking of you. Miss Huang, I really appreciate you. Without your hard work, there would be no class 507 today and no me today. I'm sure you want to know about the class? Everything is fine in the class recently. Because in terms of discipline, Mr. Wang, the head teacher, asked the students to try the hard work of being a class cadre, thus warning them to keep their mouths shut and stop quarreling.
Oh, and in terms of study, the new teacher Guo has her own unique skills. It can make us concentrate on the class. Although the content is the same as other classes, the difference is that the teacher sings and dances in class, so we can't help but stop playing with toys and concentrate on the class. This trick is very effective, and students' grades have improved by leaps and bounds. You must be happy to hear that.
After all, our grades have improved; After all, we are no longer afraid of reading; After all, we didn't discredit you. You know, the day you left, I cried. I will never forget your kind face; I will never forget your gentle words; I will never forget your careful cultivation of us; I can't forget what happened to you and us and your dedication to the class. Miss Huang, I can't write a thousand words on a piece of paper. But this paper expresses my deep love for you.
I really want you to teach us again. Miss Huang, I really miss you.