In study, work, and life, everyone often sees compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below is a 450-word composition about remembering my alma mater that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 1

Looking down at the school, the tall buildings have been razed to the ground. On the land, besides loess, there is still loess. The laughter of the past has been converted into the noise of building a house. The teaching building where the sound of reading was heard has now become a wasteland. In the old campus, where were you? Looking at the empty yellow land, I think of the beautiful four seasons of my alma mater.

Spring is here, and Miss Chun has covered the earth with a green carpet. I sat on the green ground and read a book, and the flowers came close to me, as if they wanted to learn knowledge too! On a spring morning, we were making flower baskets. oops! Someone fell! Don't worry, don't worry, the grass is so lush that you can take a nice nap on it! Our laughter echoed in the campus for a long time.

Summer drives away spring and invites "fireballs" hanging in the sky. The scorching sun baked the earth, and hide-and-seek became our fun. Look, a person quietly approached me. I rolled my eyes and said, "I know, I know." When the enemy saw that he knew, he had no choice but to leave in despair. He succeeded in luring the enemy! Hee hee hee!

The maple leaves have driven away the heat of summer, and autumn has come to take over in a hurry. Red, yellow, purple, green... butterflies are flying in the mountains, forming a beautiful picture. The school's trees are lined up, and the maple leaf collection competition begins! One piece on the left, one on the right, and a whole frame of radish was picked at once. Autumn has the greatest harvest!

Winter comes quietly, covering the earth with a silver cloak. The campus was covered with thick white frost, the northwest wind roared, and the cold hands of the students were like red apples. Even though it was so cold, the students were not idle, kicking up the keys, the keys were like a Naughty child, I kicked to the left, and it jumped to the right; I kicked down, and it jumped to the right, which attracted bursts of joyful laughter from the students, and made the frost on the campus melt.

In retrospect, the campus is really beautiful. But what's going on on campus today? Loess, still loess! The laughter of the past has passed, and we can only wait for the moment when the campus is rebuilt! 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 2

I have been studying at Wujiang Town School since the third grade. Every teacher in the school is a hard-working gardener, and like a mother, he imparts knowledge to us. I am very familiar with every plant and tree on campus.

There is a small stream in front of the school. The water of the small stream flows slowly from the river bend to the river. Whenever the tide rises, the stream flows over the bridge. The students were playing in the water with their bare feet on the bridge. Some little students folded paper into boats and placed them on the water to let them flow to the river. Some students sang songs and watched the paper boats float away slowly. At this time, the sound of rushing water, cheerful laughter and singing like silver bells come together to form a beautiful piece of music.

When the water is shallow, it is so clear that you can see the bricks and stones in the stream, and sometimes there are some small fish swimming around. The shadows of leaves rippled with the microwaves.

In front of the school, there are rows of soaring white poplars, with dense branches and leaves, lush and green. Whenever the morning sun shines through the treetops, the leaves are swayed by the wind, and it is very cool to sit under the tree. At five or six o'clock in the morning, students who got up early were reading under the trees, and some small sparrows were chirping under the trees.

The school has neat rows of classrooms with many neem trees in front and behind the classrooms. Some classes also have flower beds built in front of them. Every classroom in the school is bright, spacious, clean, and comfortable to sit in. There are also several paintings posted in the classroom.

I love my alma mater. I am about to leave my alma mater. I feel a little reluctant to leave my alma mater where I have studied for several years. Because she raised me from an ignorant child to a knowledgeable teenager. When I grow up, I want to contribute all the knowledge I have learned to the motherland.

Let me repay my alma mater with this kindness! 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 3

This - the campus that once belonged to me; this - the campus that once filled me with laughter and laughter; this - the campus that once made me realize what friendship is... However, , all this beautiful thing has gone away from me, and all that is left to me is the endless longing and sadness... Let me run to the next place, find my own direction, return everything to zero, and start again. Listen! The whistle of the voyage has been sounded on the sea...

When I was ignorant, it was my alma mater that taught me true knowledge.

When I was 7 years old, I stepped into the campus with great excitement. I was unfamiliar with everything there. I started my journey with this ignorant heart. At that time, I also It was my alma mater that taught me the true meaning of life.

When I was sad, my alma mater gave me warmth.

As I grow up, from the childish little girl to a primary school student, troubles seem to always be with me. However, whenever I feel down, I will sit in the big hall of the school and Under the tree, talking to my "old friends". As a result, the mood is no longer so bad.

As time goes by, I have made many friends. Gradually, I can open my heart and lungs to them, study together, and play together. When I encounter troubles, they will give me the greatest care. So, in addition to my "old friends", I also have more close friends.

Unknowingly, six years passed quietly. However, when I looked back at the scenes in the past, I couldn’t help but shed tears. It was a kind of nostalgia in the dark. , a kind of reluctance from the heart.

I still remember crying on the day of graduation. I couldn’t bear to leave everything here. When all the classmates had left, only me was left. I wandered alone in the empty playground. Everything here seemed so familiar to me. Against the backdrop of the Western scenery, my alma mater looked so quiet, so beautiful, so kind, so reluctant to leave...

A person stood quietly by the window, tears blurring my eyes again. 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 4

Today, we are going back to school to get the admission notice. This may be the last time in our six-year elementary school career that we will be together with our teachers and classmates in Class 6 (6). So I came to school early and chatted a lot with my classmates.

Time flies so fast! I still clearly remember that six years ago, I walked into the campus with my parents and my longing for the school and admiration for the teachers. The green grassy playground, the spacious and bright classrooms, the innocent classmates, the amiable teachers...

Everything is so tempting! Now, I have to say goodbye to my classmates and teachers, and I feel really reluctant to leave! What happened to me and my classmates is still vivid in my mind. Every day after lunch, we go to the playground and compete to see who can find the four-leaf clover. During the ten minutes between classes, we also played table tennis for a while. In our favorite physical education class, students play football and basketball, and they sweat profusely without feeling tired... In these six years of primary school life, we are like a colorful painting. We add to this painting Dynamic and energetic.

In the past six years, every achievement we have achieved is the result of the hard work and sweat of our teachers; every progress we have made is inseparable from the help and teachings of our teachers. The teacher has to send us across the street every time after school. Some of our classmates have disappointed you, but the teacher has not given up. Before we knew it, we were taller than the teacher. Before we knew it, small wrinkles had quietly climbed onto the teacher's forehead.

Teacher, you have given so much to us, and I hope we will not disappoint your expectations of us in the future! I hope you will be proud of me, really proud of me!

Goodbye, Experimental Primary School, goodbye, dear teacher! When we grow up and become pillars, we will meet again at our alma mater! 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 5

Those clear and bright childhoods, those lonely and flying years, those clean and sweet dreams, those tedious and sad years, those silent clouds that have been flowing above our heads, those have always been I miss and cherish the sound of the wind whistling around us, the past that disappears as soon as I touch it, the yesterdays that fade away, and the past.

In the summer of 20xx, the sun was shining brightly. I stood on the empty and lonely playground of the campus, looking at the weeds around me. The happy times in the past merged into a period of high-flying and famous childhood, slowly flowing through my palms. Although I was reluctant to leave, my heart felt warm and warm. satisfy.

When I said goodbye to my primary school life, I began to miss it like never before. Those warm hours of class in the old and simple classrooms, those leisure hours of walking among rose flowers, they have always been silent, but I still clearly remember those ordinary and warm days in my alma mater. We stand on our own stage blooming with innocence and vitality. In that year with little memory, the roses bloomed brilliantly.

But in the blink of an eye, time passed like this. Those images that will never come back clearly appear in my mind. I think they are worth remembering. Standing on the stage in front of the classroom, you can see the setting sun slowly disappearing into the twilight, as if you can see the teacher's face, see the colorful pictures that the class and your classmates are reading together, see the path full of rich midsummer atmosphere, and see When it comes to the tiny bits of sunshine passing through the gaps in the leaves...

Everything makes me feel a touch of nostalgia and reluctance. At the end of the summer of 20xx, the wind roared and took away the last trace of summer heat. I stood in the shade of the tree and listened to the passing of time.

A year passed slowly in the palm of my hand. I looked back and stared at those fragments of the past, those profound past events that were filled with the fragrance of flowers. Then I raised my head and walked forward persistently with a small but clear dream.

Time is like water, I smile and move forward with nostalgia. 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 6

Time flies by, and it has been almost three years since I graduated from junior high school. The passage of time has not only not diluted the memory of my alma mater, but on the contrary, it has become clearer, as if it happened yesterday. When I am free, I always think of my mentors and friends from the past; when friends get together, I always think of interesting things from those years; when I walk into my dreams, I always wander around the plants and trees of those years.

Perhaps it confirms the old saying: You don’t know how precious it is until you lose it. When I lose my childishness and walk into high school full of pride; when I am exhausted physically and mentally and think of you again. I suddenly discovered: Alma mater, I can no longer leave you, your bones have already been deeply imprinted on my bones. The past is gone, but we can pursue it. Today, I have left you, but your scholarly atmosphere, your broad mind, and your humanistic heritage are still engraved on the stone of my heart, so that I cannot forget it.

I often have a strong urge to turn things around, go back in time, and go back to the past. I would be intoxicated by it. I didn't want to leave for a long time.

I will use my clumsy pen, my sincere heart, and my deep affection to sing a song for you and paint a brilliant picture for you ---

Time is wasted , time flies.

Looking at my alma mater in the distance, my imagination wanders.

Recalling those days,

The voice and appearance of my mentor passed away.

Looking at the present day,

The alma mater is full of peaches and plums.

The relationship between teachers and students will never be forgotten.

The earnest teachings and the connection between heart and hand.

A student from his alma mater scolded Fang Qiu and became famous far and wide.

Reminiscing about the past, the junior high school years are the station that determines life. This station stores our most shining page. You have left an indelible mark on us, no matter where we are or how far we go. Time is like water, and time passes by. Time changes our appearance, but it cannot change our blessing and attachment to our alma mater.

I hope my alma mater can create a more brilliant tomorrow! 450-word essay on missing my alma mater 7

It has been more than a year since I graduated, but I have never gone back to my alma mater to take a look. I can’t help but feel a little guilty, especially since I called my old graduating class teacher during the winter vacation. When I called to send New Year greetings, I realized that among all the classmates, I was the only one who had never been back. Perhaps, I can only use words to fill in my memories and longing for my alma mater.

My alma mater is not spacious, but it carries almost all the memories of my childhood. How that faint smell of hibiscus spread to my sense of smell and became a part of my memory of my alma mater, I still can’t remember. I remember, I just remember that every year when the hibiscus flowers fall, we always pick up the hibiscus flowers and secretly stuff them into other people's collars or into other people's mouths. The petals are filled with a touch of sweetness. Hibiscus flowers are like a soft cloud, wrapping our childhood.

I often walk on the road beside the school, humming my own tunes, looking for happy footsteps. I have never thought about the word happiness. Maybe I won’t feel it when I have it. Sometimes, I would chase with my friends for a long time. I was not a naughty child, but in my childhood, I could still find my own innocence.

The wind blew through the classroom, waking us up from our dreams in the summer self-study room at noon. The teacher kept talking about the questions, but we were thinking about the free vacation after the graduation exam. To be honest, That time was really more pleasant than a vacation. Even though the test papers are knocking on my dreams all the time, I will not give up the pursuit of those three months of freedom.

During that time, I was the only one wandering towards the setting sun, until the loneliness weakened my expectant soul.

When it came time to leave, I could not face the separation with a feeling of relief. In my mind, there was only the pain of nostalgia.

A year has passed, the locust flowers have fallen, and another group of people have graduated. I wonder if there will still be farewell songs in the school, and whether there will still be sadness of farewell, and I All I know is that in that season when the locust trees were dying, I broke off the last red bean branch I missed at my alma mater. 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 8

Five years passed in the blink of an eye, like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, but I can't forget the love of my alma mater for a long time. I strolled by the grape trellis, and scenes of nostalgic memories came to mind...

In spring, the grapevines burst into buds, and the green leaves were small and exquisite, so cute. The young leaves attracted many small insects, playing there. It also attracted many snails to climb up the leaves and greedily enjoy the delicious meal. At that time, after class, we ran to the grape trellis to catch snails. Everyone put the snails together and started fighting against them. After a "fierce battle", Xu Wangyang's strong snail finally won, and he became the new champion without hesitation.

In summer, the leaves of grapevines grow very densely, forming a natural "summer resort". After class, the students gathered together in twos and threes and went to play by the grape trellis. It became our paradise. We had a great time doing homework, playing games, and telling stories there. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves on the grapevines shook their bodies, bringing us a slight chill.

In autumn, bunches of emerald-like grapes grow on the vines, which look like a bunch of crystal clear pearls from a distance. The bunches of grapes are so attractive that people can’t bear to pick them with their hands. But there were still a few naughty guys who picked the unripe grapes, peeled them off, and took a bite. The sour juice flowed into their mouths. They were so sour that they ran and screamed, causing the classmates to burst into laughter. It turns out that their decayed teeth are most afraid of acidity.

In winter, there are few leaves left on the grapevines. But students still like to go to the grape rack after class.

Looking at the grape trellis, I had a lot of thoughts: The grapevine has shed all its leaves to let the sun shine on us so that we don’t catch a cold when we have a break after class. What wonderful vines!

Goodbye, alma mater! I miss the grape trellis of my alma mater, the plants and trees of my alma mater, the amiable teachers of my alma mater, the crystal smiles of every classmate, and even more, my dear alma mater. 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 9

2015 is an unfortunate year for me. Firstly: I want to go to middle school, and I will no longer be able to see my former elementary school friends. , I have to permanently choose to leave my old friend of six years. Second: I want to go to middle school. Wow, I'm so miserable! The party in 2015 just left me with an unforgettable memory. This was the last party for everyone to be together. This time, it was more enthusiastic and lively than before.

We use PPT to make variety show schedules, and use projection to play videos. There are singing and comedy sketches. Every background music and classic lines are all carefully prepared by us. Just for this last performance, everyone did their part and used maximum energy to prepare for this party. The student cadres broke their legs trying to buy traditional festival necessities for all of us, and everyone was worried about making and broadcasting this video!

Although our big party is tiring, it is also very rich. We feel that it is the last time, the last time to get together, the last time to have the joy of being together as children. Indeed, I couldn't bear it. I only hoped that time would only stay on the day of the party for 1 second. If I wanted to be better for 1 second, I would have to stay for 1 more second. I really got my wish!

In October, I entered another military training that I dislike very much. Military training life is very hard, but it is also rich. I am very tired of and reject military training. It is tiring and hard, and my future life will be accommodation. Indeed, I It feels like home! I haven’t left our home in 2013. A few days before my military training, I was crying in bed!

Gone, my alma mater, I can miss you, I can I’ll go home and look at you, goodbye! ! 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 10

Opening my hazy sleepy eyes, I lay in front of the window, wanting to see the outside world. When I cast my eyes out the window, at first glance, I felt lost. Didn’t it mean that the outside world is colorful? Didn’t it mean that the outside world is sunny and happy? Why is it gray and rainy again today?

I don’t like rain. In my eyes, rain always brings sorrow and pain to people. It doesn’t bring joy to people, it doesn’t fill the world with joy. The world in the rain is gray. Although the gray is dark, it makes me feel extremely dazzling. It was like a shining sharp knife, bit by bit hollowing out a certain place in my heart. It has always been so empty, and no matter what I do, it will never be filled. I tried hard to find a way to fill that place so that it would no longer be empty, but I couldn't.

Walking on the road alone with an umbrella, I don’t know where I am going, but a feeling is leading me forward, so familiar. The feeling brought me to my alma mater. Here, the empty space in my heart is filled bit by bit, and what fills it is invisible warmth.

When I came to the playground, I seemed to see the students in our group sweeping the floor and playing together. This is the warmth of playing together.

Moving forward, here, I spent my last Children's Day. The students rehearsed seriously. When we were tired, the teacher would joke with us. This is the warmth of working together.

Walk into the classroom and caress the rows of seats. They have accompanied me through six spring and autumn years, and they have accompanied me through my primary school career. The teacher's elegant and elegant handwriting appeared in front of my eyes again, and the sonorous and powerful sound of students reading rang in my ears. This is the warmth of studying together.

When I walk out of school, the warmth is disappearing. This is the reluctance to leave my alma mater where I have studied for six years.

As I walked out of the school gate, the pain was rising. This was the sadness of leaving my alma mater where I left wonderful memories.

When I walk out of the school gate, the pain is getting worse. This is the pain and helplessness of leaving my second home... 450-word essay on missing my alma mater 11

After stepping out of the gate of my alma mater, there is always something A trance-like feeling, did he really leave like this?

I often miss my alma mater, my classmates, and the past...

I have spent six full years of happiness here. At this moment, every little thing that happened in the school flashed before my eyes like a movie, and I can't erase it.

Once, wearing the red sleeves of "week duty", I stood at the school gate with dignity, carefully writing down those classmates who did not wear red scarves; once, in order to cheer and cheer for the school football team, Standing on the school playground, shouting hoarse; once, the whole class held a grand class meeting for the class teacher, and performed a touching teacher-student relationship in the classroom...

Every time I think about something Everything will make the memory deeper. I remember that day, the day of graduation, I cried, reluctant to leave my teachers, classmates, and my alma mater. The last time I saw the campus was on graduation day. All the classmates have left, and I am the only one left, wandering in the garden and on the grass. I am so familiar with every plant and tree here. Under the sunset, my alma mater looks so quiet, so beautiful, and so kind. How I want to listen to the familiar sound of broadcasting exercises again and see the playing figures of the students on the playground. Thinking that I would never be able to study here again, my eyes were blurry again.

How much I want to go to my alma mater again, take one more look at my alma mater, and clean the classroom again... Here are the footprints of my growth, the laughter of my childhood, and the teachers who took me into the palace of knowledge.

The deep feeling of missing my alma mater cannot be expressed in words. 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 12

There are always a lot of reluctances in life, and there are always many people and things worth remembering, and what I still miss is my alma mater - Baiyuan Primary School.

Although Baiyuan Primary School is small in area and space, it does not affect the enthusiasm of students to study on campus and strive to win glory for Baiyuan Primary School. Most of the teachers in the school have been rated as "excellent teachers". As a Bai Xiaoren, I feel very proud.

During the six years I lived in Bai Xiao, it was Bai Xiao who gave birth to me; it was the teacher who taught me the principles of life and gave me knowledge; he was a bright light in my life, guiding me on the way forward. , so that I am full of motivation and study hard wholeheartedly! I am like a seedling of Bai Xiao. The teacher constantly irrigates me and makes me grow from a seedling into a strong young tree. When you live and study in Baixiao, you should be proud of Baixiao, because you are already a member of Baixiao. You should strive for honor for Baixiao and not do anything that damages the image of Baixiao.

I miss the big trees in my alma mater, the flag-raising platform of my alma mater, and the fact that I once became a glorious young pioneer under the flag-raising platform, full of vigor and vitality, wearing a red scarf, because it It is a glorious and happy thing! I miss the stage of my alma mater. How many people showed off their elegance on the stage! I miss the track of my alma mater. I used to run fast on the track wearing the school uniform of Bai Xiao. I also miss the basketball court of my alma mater. How many Bai Xiao players won honors for Bai Xiao on the court. It was their hard work and sweat. The results obtained in exchange, and how proud these results are; how much hard work they have put in, all the results are hard-won, I am proud of myself as a Bai Xiaoren.

Although I am no longer a Bo villain, perhaps because I once had it, it left a deep imprint on my heart, and I still can’t forget it. 450-word essay on remembering my alma mater 13

Time flies, the years fly by, and the life of primary school flies by in the blink of an eye. My heart is full of nostalgia. Looking back, every tree and plant in my alma mater is so familiar; every brick and tile in my alma mater is so kind. Everything that happened in my alma mater was so clear, including laughter and tears.

In the "Memory Cinema", one after another "ancient" pictures appeared before my eyes: One afternoon in the summer of my second grade, I was feeling exhausted, my face was sallow, and I had a slight fever. Seeing my uncomfortable look, my classmates all asked with concern. I was okay and helped me to the office. My classmates told the teacher about my situation. The teacher called my parents and asked the classmates to send me to the communication room and wait for my parents to pick me up. I saw my classmates and teachers like this He cared about me and suddenly felt better. In the past six years, we played together, made trouble together, and laughed together. I will definitely remember this precious friendship.

Once, the school held a "Thanksgiving to Alma Mater" activity. Teacher Fan assigned tasks to each student. My task was: write a first couplet and a paper-cut. The first couplet was "Candles" "Crying with tears and smiling" I wrote it several times, and finally the size and strokes were suitable. The paper-cutting was the "Five Olympic Fudolf" paper-cutting. I carved it very carefully, but it was still a little broken. I slowly glued it up and it finally got better. I feel that the teacher trusts me very much and I have to complete it well. Teacher, I cannot repay the kindness you have given me in educating me. The hard work you put into your students cannot be replaced by gold. Once a teacher, always a mother. How much effort and price you paid for this! Black hair turns to white hair. Here, I want to say: "Teacher, you have worked hard!"

I love everything about my alma mater. She is the joy of my childhood and my beautiful memory. Alma mater, I love you and wish you better and better as you go! Today, I am proud of the school, and tomorrow, the school is proud of me. Thank you to your alma mater for training me from an uneducated child to a qualified primary school graduate! 450-word essay on missing my alma mater 14

Missing my alma mater Missing my alma mater In just two months, I will leave the alma mater that has been with me for six years. The moment I stepped out of school, I thought I would burst into tears and say; I can’t bear to leave!!

Alma mater, I once threw myself into your arms with a strong thirst for knowledge and a longing for a better life. Have you ever remembered that there were so many confusions and confusions on your childish faces? It was you who poured out your hard work on us and taught us how to discover the potential of life in the ordinary; you gave us a pair of plump and powerful wings and inspired us. How we forge ahead in the face of adversity. My mentor, you are the one who never sleeps or eats, and teaches me diligently and tirelessly through words and deeds. Every detail of the past is still vivid in my mind, and the friendship between teachers and students is always lingering in my heart. Your loving face and expectant eyes are still lingering in my heart. No words can express my gratitude to you. Some people say that you are a gardener, cultivating the fragrance of flowers. Some people say that you are a gardener, nurturing the fragrance of flowers. I say you are an engineer, building palaces of knowledge. I say you are a cultivator who does not know how to work hard. The chalk in your hand is the plow handle, the blackboard behind you is the land, the words you write are seeds, and the dense sweat on your forehead is Pearls are moist rain and dew. You are sowing hope all year round. During the harvest season, you always smile and watch us harvest, and you also tell us to store it well.

In these six years, I really learned a lot, gained a lot, and gained many precious treasures, such as friendship and unity. Countless, the six years in elementary school were my purest, happiest, and best time. The beautiful memories will remain in my alma mater for six years and will not be washed away and faded by the waves of time. I believe. , I will take these gains step by step and appreciate the higher and more beautiful scenery! 450-word essay on missing my alma mater 15

Unconsciously, it has been almost two years since I left my alma mater. My personality has changed drastically and my academic performance has improved greatly. Despite this, I still miss my alma mater.

My alma mater did not give me confidence. I recall the days when I was at my alma mater. At that time, there were just as many students with good academic performance as now, but there were also many who were troublesome and did not study. Maybe I was a gangster in my previous life. I was very close to the gangsters in my alma mater and committed all kinds of evil.

However, I soon didn’t dare to mess around anymore, because my mother was the class teacher in another classroom next to ours. Even if I lost my own face, I wouldn’t dare to lose my mother’s face even if I had the courage to do so. ! As a result, I rarely went out of the classroom to play. I mostly held a thick book during recess. At first I just pretended to read, but later I turned into a little bookworm. I didn’t talk or socialize with my classmates. My voice became very quiet, I didn’t dare to answer questions in class, and my self-confidence gradually disappeared.

Haha, apart from my lack of confidence in my alma mater, don’t I have any advantages? No, I have not only advantages but also various skills.

I have received art awards many times in front of the whole school, either first or second class. I also won an award for trumpet playing. A hero does not say that he was brave, but I have to sincerely thank the art teachers and music teachers who painstakingly cultivated me and gave me opportunities to express myself. In addition, my good character now is due to the teachers’ careful education.

Woohoo! My alma mater has experienced hundreds of years of baptism and radiance. Although I only graduated from a middle school with an average reputation, I met a group of excellent teachers and classmates. With my unremitting efforts, I made some small achievements. Worthy of his alma mater. I still miss my alma mater. I must continue to work hard, get into a high-quality high school, and repay my alma mater and junior high school!