My short primary school career is coming to an end. I cover my back and think deeply, filled with emotions. For a time, many beautiful memories appeared in front of my eyes: not to mention our vigorous and heroic appearance on the sports field, not to mention our crisp and sweet singing that echoed in the music class. Not to mention the footprints of us chasing and playing on the snowy playground, not to mention the infinite sorrow for our ancestors left in the Martyrs Cemetery...these unforgettable lives

The miniature has become the treasure of my beautiful life. It is lingering and will always be engraved in the depths of my childhood memory.

Time flies by, and I am about to leave my alma mater in a blink of an eye. I can’t help but look back at the beautiful scenery on campus, wow! I suddenly discovered

that my alma mater became more graceful, beautiful and lovely under the sunlight! A gust of breeze blows, bringing with it wisps of fragrance, just like the pleasant singing on the tall building in front of me. The flowers and plants, soothed by the breeze, are all thinking of me and nodding in greeting, as if to say: " After you leave your alma mater, come back often to see us!" My heart suddenly became heavy.

Suddenly, I remembered a sentence in "Hurry": "The swallows have gone, but there will be a time to come again; the willows have withered, but there is a time to be green again; the peach blossoms have faded

, when it reopens..."

Title: 500-word essay on my alma mater

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My alma mater

My alma mater essay 500 words | 2014-06-12 09:47

Various campuses reflect the beautiful campus scenery. However, the most beautiful thing in my heart is the alma mater that taught me.

The alma mater is located at the foot of Purple Mountain. Green mountains and green waters surround her; birds and flowers guard her; stars and the moon adorn her. But she used her sweet milk to nurture students one after another. He held each student in his hands and sent them to the top of the mountain. Let a good student know how to be a good person. Know how to win people over. Learned to never back down in the face of difficulties; learned to be fearless in the face of danger; learned to unite.

She makes every student spread her wings like an eagle. Fighting in space; like plum blossoms fighting against frost and snow, and inkstones fragrant.

Under her nurturing, some students became "Li Bai" and wrote beautiful and bold poems; some became "Kong Ming" who knew the astronomy from above and the earth from below. Design a blueprint full of love for the country; some become Einsteins, with unique intelligence... Each of them is a knowledgeable scholar, and his position is the pillar of the country.

The students who came out of their alma mater to join the society can be found in every corner of the country. Our alma mater has paid so much for us, but she never asked for a trace of return. Her love is great and the most beautiful.

My alma mater is so beautiful, how can I not love her and be moved by her?

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My alma mater

My alma mater essay 500 words | 2014-06-12 09:47

I My alma mater is located in a Hunan community with elegant environment, rich cultural heritage and excellent humanistic environment. It has been more than 70 years since the school was founded. It was more than 70 years of spreading culture, pursuing science, sowing hope and creating success. The development of our alma mater bears the care of leaders at all levels, the hard work of successive teachers, and contains the essence of hard work and enterprising spirit of alumni from all walks of life.

The predecessor of the alma mater was World Primary School founded in 1936. In 1956, it was renamed Huaihai Middle Road No. 2 Primary School. Although it has spanned different eras and experienced name changes and location changes, his rigorous teaching management has been passed down from generation to generation. More than 70 years is a long time, but for education, it is by no means in its twilight years. Education is always full of vitality and always a green spring. The inheritance of history, the edification of heritage, and the infiltration of the environment have created the elegant campus culture of our alma mater; they have cultivated the unique temperament of teachers at our alma mater: they are persistent and indifferent, tranquil and far-reaching, and they focus wholeheartedly on education and teaching.

Looking at my alma mater now, it seems a bit outdated. But more than half a century ago, it was a lively place full of talented people. Surrounded by lush forests, there are old locust trees, ginkgo trees, and sycamore trees.

The school is surrounded by flowers and green leaves. The flowers are some red, some green, some yellow, some purple, and some... The moonlight is bright, and the branches of the sycamore tree blow gently, blowing onto the face of the hard-working gardener. . Through the night light, you can vaguely see the logistics teachers working hard to clean the corridor. There are two trees at the school gate. If you are an alumnus of Huai Er and say you don’t know them, they will be sad. Time flies, and I vaguely remember that when I was babbling, I entered the Huaihai Middle Road No. 2 Primary School. At first glance, I saw two ginkgo trees calmly covering the scorching sun, stretching out many green branches to warmly welcome us.

In the spring season, my classmates and I were looking for clover in the grass, smelling the fragrant fragrance of flowers and looking at the gorgeous flowers, our interest became increasingly high. At this time, the sound of "buzzing, buzzing, buzzing" came from time to time in my ears. When I looked up, it turned out that a singer-bee was coming. He was about to sing to us the song he had compiled for a year. After a while, we found the clover that was playing hide and seek with us, and we were so happy that we sang songs. On scorching summer days, I like to play by the sandpit at school. I often listen to the cheerful chirping of cicadas in the book and appreciate the artistic conception of "the cicadas are even more secluded in the forest".

On crisp autumn days, I love to play games with my classmates on the golden carpet-like playground. Sometimes we jump on the long rope on the playground. The patient teacher Zhu always guides us carefully. Sometimes, we play the game of eagle and chicken. Listen, the sweet cry sounded again. When class begins, we rush to the classroom like an arrow from a string, but we are always late, so criticism is inevitable.

In the bitterly cold winter, we and our teachers roamed in the classroom "with warmth and warmth", collecting pollen of knowledge and accumulating knowledge and strength for the future construction of the motherland.

Listen, the melodious singing, cheerful laughter, and the sound of reading are ringing in the campus again. My alma mater is always the brightest scenery in spring.