Alma mater's first composition 1 Time goes by, and alma mater feels like home. A few years of spring and autumn, several good teachers. Inadvertently walked into my alma mater, my heart echoed for a long time like a stone falling on a mirror-like lake. Still, I can't help but say, ah! Alma mater! Years go by, waves fade away, bubbles gather and disperse, and only you remain.
I still remember what happened at my alma mater. I don't want tall and magnificent buildings, but I can build a pillar of a country. I don't want sophisticated equipment, but I can cultivate social talents. I just need a heart, a heart full of blood! There is no golden rule, but we have been dedicating our knowledge to the truth of being a man. There is no heavy pressure, but we all study the books of sages hard. There, we seem to regain the wet rain and dew on the dry land. We suck the sweet milk like babies and regain the light like the blind. Nothing on campus has ever been erased. That memory is sweet, sweet. That's where my soul belongs, and it's a safe haven for my soul.
Walking into my alma mater is like an old friend I have known for a long time. What are you talking about happily with me? Shh, listen, it's telling me the fun of childhood. I seem to hear my own silvery laughter. I seem to have seen the scene when I was running on the playground. I seem to hear Lang Lang's scholar. I seem to see the teacher walking towards the classroom. Look at that old willow tree. It carries a lot of fun from my childhood. It's like a warehouse of my memory, sitting on that deja vu bench. I seem to see my classmates around me. Standing on the familiar and unfamiliar platform, I seem to see my classmates studying hard. Walking on a familiar path, I seem to see me playing with my classmates. Just as I was intoxicated with my sweet memories, I didn't know where an unknown bird came from and dragged me out of my memory.
Alma mater, I want to tell you that time has passed, but I can't miss you. Looking ahead, you make me more confident. I firmly believe that under your hard cultivation, I will sail steadily to the distance and pursue my goal with full passion and wisdom in the vast ocean of knowledge. ...
Unconsciously, my alma mater has left the familiar campus for several months. But that face and laughter always come to mind. For a student who has just entered junior high school, primary school has become the most unforgettable place.
Talking with primary school teachers about the past time, sometimes I only hear them say that my alma mater has changed a lot, a new playground has been built, and a multi-function hall has been built ... I also want to find such information, but I can't seem to find any new memories about it except the laughter and lively recess in the past.
I also tried to find the latest news of my alma mater. But I haven't played basketball at school for a long time. Grandma's house is no longer close to school, and going to and from school is no longer as easy as before. My mind is full of study and homework, and sometimes I can't even remember the familiar primary school campus ... but occasionally when I turn over the yearbook, my heart will still be full of sense of loss. After graduation, will I really be gone forever?
What I miss most about my alma mater are my beloved teachers, who have worked hard to guide us and laid a good foundation. Teacher Wang, a Chinese teacher, loves his students and goes out of his way to solve conflicts for us. Math teacher Lu is good at teaching and persuasive; Miss Shen is a dedicated English teacher, and she insists on giving us lessons no matter what ... especially Miss Wang, the head teacher. I still remember that she was the most optimistic about me among the teachers. Her language touched me and let me out of the bad shadow of the school. She is the teacher I miss most. I still remember when I graduated, she gave me a silver sailboat model and wished me to set sail in junior high school. I put it in my study. Whenever I see it, I will think of my dear Miss Wang and encourage me to study hard. I remember before, I was a child who didn't like learning. It was the hard work of the teachers that made me win the first place in the Chinese graduation exam. It is hard for me to forget the kindness of this teacher, even in my sleep.
When I turned on my mobile phone, I saw my schoolmates enter my alma mater with passion, and my big brothers and sisters in grade six guided them into the new classroom. Think about it, isn't that how I walked into the new classroom six years ago? Yes, all good things must come to an end. I made progress after six years. I wonder if my alma mater can get better and better?
Alma mater, how are you? I am more and more eager to hear that familiar voice: "son, I am fine!" " "
In this warm campus full of six years, there are our previous laughter. Ups and downs, day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I experienced a six-year career in primary school. In the past six years, every laugh, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch have impressed me deeply. Now that we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater, a feeling of attachment arises spontaneously.
Three primary schools. We grew up here, studied here and played here. Here, we made new friends: Lu Yangyuan, Yang Huimin, Yu Yaxian, Du Yuanxin, Fu, Yi, Xiao, Xu, Wang Mei Ruobing, Zhang Yiran and Liu Xuejiao.
I don't know how many good friends I have, but I know all my good friends are kind and considerate. I will, I will always remember you, my former good friend, in my mind, in my book and in my heart.
In this alma mater, I had many happy, happy and sad memories. You came when I needed comfort most; When I needed encouragement most, you came; You came when I needed people's attention most. You want to know who they are? They are my good friends. I remember the last time I celebrated my birthday at my alma mater, the whole class came to congratulate me and be happy for me. Each group also wrote a blessing for me. At that moment, my heart was full of sweetness. At that time, students who blew bubbles included Wang Mei Ruobing. Bubbles are "colored" and our hearts blend in. The class sang a birthday song for me. Although it is not very good, I think this song is harmonious, beautiful and intoxicating.
Now, we are about to graduate and leave this vibrant alma mater-the third primary school. People always grow up and mature. Six years, the good times of primary school life are gone forever. There are joys and pride, setbacks and regrets on the colorful road to growth, which should be cherished and preserved forever. On the occasion of graduation, I want to say "thank you" to every teacher, every classmate and everything here at my alma mater.
Alma mater, the first day of composition 4 goodbye, alma mater.
Silver-gray electric iron fence, black marble surface engraved with several glittering characters: Mingqiang Primary School West Campus. Against the setting sun, my alma mater is so beautiful and elegant! Unfortunately, time can't wait. This alma mater, which I love, will soon become my eternal attachment in my heart.
Walking into the iron gate, I came to the inscription "Be aware of yourself, be aware of yourself; Strong spirit, strong physique "Qiang Ming school motto in front of the teaching building, set foot on the pink corridor covered with tiles, came to the corridor on the fourth floor. I stopped in the classroom, stroking every desk, and the faces of every departing classmate flashed in my mind. Staring at the dark green blackboard, every teacher's hard work emerges in my memory. Listening carefully, the voice of morning reading seems to ring in my ear again. The joys and sorrows of five-year student life are like a butterfly flapping its colorful wings in the sun and flying from the depths of memory. ...
Walking out of the classroom and standing in the corridor, I overlooked the playground. On the playground with green rubber floor, a group of children are dancing, playing games, jumping and running, just like newborn deer who are curious about the world. Looking at their happy smiles, flustered movements and ashamed figures, I smiled. At that time, isn't that what I did? Don't play or cheat? How similar this scene is!
My eyes were attracted by three childish children who were rehearsing the flag-raising ceremony. It suddenly occurred to me that when I was in the fourth grade, I was lucky to be a flag bearer. When the morning sun shines on me warmly, when hundreds of students look at me with envy, and when teachers look at me with encouragement, my heart is so proud, so proud. Now I remember it as if it happened yesterday!
Alma mater! Alma mater, when we just stepped into the school gate, was still a childish urchin; Now he has become a full-fledged and energetic teenager! You lit the lamp of hope for us and pointed out the direction for us in the dark; You gave us a pair of strong wings, let us soar in the sky full of knowledge! Thank you very much. Alma mater!
Goodbye, alma mater. ...
Alma mater, my alma mater is the cradle of my growth. I am like a child in the cradle, growing up healthily and happily in the cradle; My alma mater is my happy harbor, and I am like a boat, sailing from the dock of ignorance to the harbor of knowledge. Alma mater, a thousand words can't describe my feelings for you. Old pagoda tree in my alma mater, do you still remember that ignorant me when I was a child? I want to say to my alma mater who has been with me for six years: "Thank you, alma mater!" "
Everything about my alma mater is still clearly remembered in my mind. The school has two tall and bright teaching buildings, with a 300-meter-long runway in the west and a football field in the middle. To the north of the teaching building is where we raise the national flag every Monday. Under the national flag, the teacher will announce the class with the best health discipline this week. Between the two teaching buildings is our big playground, where we play and do exercises every day. There are flowers and plants beside the national flag, which looks like a sacred place. This should be a tribute to the motherland. There are two rows of lush trees on both sides of the teaching building, all of which are green and particularly conspicuous.
Listen, this cheerful and playful sound must be the children playing happily! Every corner of my alma mater is full of laughter. In class, all the students answered questions actively, and the teacher kept smiling with joy. After class, everyone rushed out of the teacher and began to play carefree.
There are also many touching stories in my alma mater. I remember once, I played gyro with several classmates during class. Just as we were having fun, suddenly a classmate let out a cry. We followed the sound. A classmate holds the finger of this right hand in his left hand, and his expression is very painful. We rushed over and saw that his hand had been dripping blood. We were all anxious and helped him into the infirmary together. Through this incident, the class teacher didn't blame us too much, but also gave us a safety lesson, which has left a deep impression on my mind so far.
My alma mater is not only entertaining, but also has an annual sports meeting. At the sports meeting, opponents are on the stage and friends are off the stage. Students cut through thorns and finally harvested the fruits of hard work, winning glory for the class! Have the opportunity to go back to the city to participate in the sports meeting and win glory for the school!
Times are changing, technology is changing, and so is my alma mater. Now with the improvement of people's material life, our alma mater is getting better and better. Now many new physical education textbooks have been added, as well as computer rooms and teaching equipment. Our school is changing and perfecting the teaching plan, so that students can get better development in moral, intellectual and physical aspects. I am convinced that my alma mater will become the best primary school in Xinyang!
Outside the pavilion, there are green grass beside the ancient road, the night wind plays the flute and the sun sets. Singing this classic "Goodbye", tears fell quietly. Looking around the familiar scenery on campus, the teaching building comes into view again, and the evening breeze blows my long hair with the enthusiasm of unique summer food. See you at your alma mater! In addition to sadness and loss, my heart is warm and reminds me of the past.
It was a thin snowy day, and the whole campus turned into a pink world, disguised as jade, and walked out of the classroom into a white eye. "It's snowing. When I came to the playground, there was already a lot of laughter and joy flying in the sky. In the snow, I left uneven footprints of my classmates. A big snowball cut my ear during meditation. I shrank my head back, scared and dangerous. A good friend came running with a smile, looked at my embarrassed expression and joked, "This romantic poet is going crazy again.
He also said that' people don't do black things', except attacking others behind their backs. "My eyes are not good. I will be in trouble in the future. You will suffer. I glanced at her with heart palpitations, but she dragged her to the most lively place in the snowball fight. " Well, kindness is hard. My classmate's eyes saw that I had no "weapon" and attacked me. I had to run with my head held. Dong, punched on the parallel bars, red blood flowed from his forehead and dripped on the snow. It looked dazzling. I fell to the ground, groaning on my forehead. "My classmates flocked to me, some hugged me, some were busy looking for a teacher, and some took out new handkerchiefs to bandage my wounds and cared more about me." The teacher came, so did the school doctor. I was deeply moved by these loving squints. Through glittering and translucent tears, I am more delicate than Snow White, and my heart is pure!
In the past, it was difficult to catch up. Now, with the care of teachers and classmates, I have spent three spring and autumn seasons happily. Alma mater, I will remember your kindness, and I will follow your teachings and write magnificent life poems. "The evening breeze blows willow, and the sun sets. My heart choked and I shouted, "Goodbye, Alma!"
In a blink of an eye, time passed and the innocent smiling face of the past gradually matured. We have also moved from childhood to youth. This year is our last year by your side, dear alma mater! We spent two whole years in your arms. You are the temple of our study; It is a paradise for us to play; This is our hug at rest.
Dear alma mater, remember? When I first set foot here, I was deeply attracted by you, and your silent smile impressed me. Alma mater, this place called home, you spent a lot of time with me, do you remember? When I am depressed, I sit on the lawn and pour out my heart with you in your warm arms; When I am in a happy mood, I come to your side and share my happy things with you. Like a bosom friend, accompany me every day and spend every day.
Dear alma mater, remember? Every time a leader comes to inspect or hold an activity, we will dress you up beautifully and make you the focus of the crowd. Red flowers and green leaves are dotted, and lawns and meadows are combined with you. You are definitely a beautiful scenery. In class, you study quietly with us. You protect us like a patron saint. After class, we chased you, played with you and laughed happily together, you know? I really feel very happy to study and make friends in your arms.
Dear alma mater, in another year, I will leave you to find another paradise that belongs to me, while you have been guarding and protecting the students here from generation to generation. Dear alma mater, I can't bear to be separated from you. I really hate to part with you. I have been with you every day of my life. Today, you are still so strong and energetic. Dear alma mater, I want to say to you; "Will you forget me? Will you forget the little guy who stayed in your arms? I will always remember you, and I will never forget you.
Dear alma mater, I will cherish every day I get along with you. Don't worry, I won't let you down. Under your care, I will be a useful person to the country and society, my alma mater! May you be full of energy every day and protect your students year after year.
It's been half a year since my alma mater came to the sixth grade, and I'm going to attend Qiting Middle School soon.
I miss my alma mater and all kinds of life at my alma mater. Here, I want to say thank you to the principals and teachers of Beihong Experimental Primary School in Yixing! Thanks to the teachers for their hard education!
Facing the teachers and classmates who are about to separate, I said: Take care! I believe our friendship can last forever! Facing my good friend, I shouted: Take care! I hope we can still be in the same class when we arrive at Qiting Middle School! Facing my former enemy in Beihong Primary School, I said: I'm sorry! It can be said that I was ignorant at that time and didn't know how to let others before. I hope to be inseparable friends in the future.
Someone asked, you miss your alma mater, but what do you miss about it?
Here, I want to say that I miss my alma mater, not the beauty of the campus, but the happy time in primary school and the teachers who made me angry and like me.
Today, I want to mention an English teacher in particular. He is my first English teacher in grade three. As the saying goes, people hate English very much now. Why should I miss my English teacher? Let me tell you something! When I first started learning English, my English was poor, but just when I wanted to give up learning English well, my English teacher encouraged me to be strong. Poor grades don't matter, the most important thing is personal learning attitude and learning methods. So, since then, I have been more careful in class and the accuracy of my homework has been higher. What I have done in the past few weeks has been noticed and remembered by the English teacher. He thought I was a careful girl, so he chose me as the representative of English class. God, this is a beautiful thing that I never dreamed of. So far, I have been working in this position ...
I can get good grades in English now. These foundations were laid by me in Beihong Primary School. I miss it because of this.
I still miss, miss every classmate who is kind to me. With them, I will have myself today, and my courage and bravery are tempered by their company. That's why I miss it.
In fact, I miss myself more than others. Someone asked, why do you miss yourself? Aren't you always you? What is there to miss? You don't understand this. I miss me, the really sad and honest me. I have won many prizes in primary schools, and I have treasured many magnificent events in primary schools. I remember observing every corner of my primary school.
Forget it, so many memories have become the past, what's the use of saying these! Running to Qiting Middle School means that I have grown up, that I am sensible, and that I graduated from Beihong Primary School!