The sixth grade graduation essay 1 is alive, long, tens of thousands of days and far away. To make it short, it's been in a hurry for decades, and it's a snap of your fingers. In this unconsciously, I have gone through seven years of study career. I vaguely remember that when I was in the first grade, I hoped to study in a high-rise building one day, and I hoped to sit in a spacious classroom like my brother and sister and listen to the teacher's philosophy of life, the mystery of mathematics and the scientific truth. Time flies, and I became a sixth-grade student in a blink of an eye. I also began to realize the fun of learning. In order to achieve higher grades than others, we continue to study every day and continue to add luster to our lives. Everyone struggles with each other to get good grades in the exam, which makes the classroom full of learning atmosphere. Sitting quietly in the corner of the classroom, occasionally tired, watching the drama between classmates seems to be a beautiful picture. Although the grumpy temper will calm down. In successive exams, there are some bad ones and some good ones. If I don't do well in the exam, I won't be disappointed, because I will get up from where I was. Doing well in the exam will further promote my motivation to study. Finally ushered in the first turning point in life-junior high school exam. If I fail this exam, I won't cry or blame myself. Because I can't control whether the exam is good or not, it's a test of what I learned in six years. If I study hard, I will do well in the exam. After waiting for seven days, I can finally see my grades, but I still feel that my ideal grades are good. This is not pride, but confidence. People who are not confident will never be right. At this point, someone patted me on the back and looked back. It was an English teacher. Just when my eyes were connected with her, no, I felt the teacher's hope and encouragement. Just in front of a willow tree in early summer, I broke up with my teachers and classmates. Just before a willow tree in early summer, I promised my teacher that I would study harder.
At this moment, I seem to have wings and fly far away. No matter how far and high I fly, I will never forget my alma mater, classmates and teachers who have been with me for six years. One day I will share the joy of success with my teachers and classmates. It was the day when willow seedlings grew into willows and the fresh fragrance filled the campus.
Grade 6 graduation composition 2 Time flies. Six years of primary school, in a hurry, fleeting.
From school to now, we have spent a long and happy six years in this-Dongfanghong Primary School. At this time, my heart is full of the past.
I remember when I first entered the school, our dear class teacher, Mr. Hu, just came to this school like us. You were a junior high school teacher before you came to this school again. Your heart melted in front of our naive smiling faces, but when you see our little mistakes, you will help us correct them, and you will not give up our discipline because we are children.
I still remember that three years ago, I was unfortunately hit by a motorcycle and broke my bone. At that time, I wanted to cry, and I felt like my life was gloomy. At this moment, you appeared. You brought one good wish after another to your classmates. I smiled happily. It turns out that I still have so many people who care! I lost a health, but gained the friendship and precious true feelings of my classmates.
I still remember the sports meeting some time ago. It was a sunny day, and the athletes ran in the sun, spilling their energy all over the campus. I stood at the window of the studio, with countless words in my heart: Come on, Class 2 18! Class 2 18 will win! 2 18 ... when everyone was running the relay race, I hurried downstairs and looked at everyone's firm eyes. I suddenly feel full of confidence-our class will win! In the end, we won the first place in the grade. I cheered in my heart: yeah! Won! Class 2 18 is the strongest!
The days of primary school are like red leaves, blown down by autumn wind; The days of primary school are like the moon, covered by clouds; Primary school days are like the earth, covered with winter snow. We should bid farewell to the red scarf and welcome the call of the group emblem.
Goodbye, dear alma mater; Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, lovely students!
There is a warm family in the concert hall filled with balloons. There are lovely big cakes, photo albums full of memories, and exquisite graduation clothes ... 56 students danced and played heartily, singing beautiful music, and the music echoed in the concert hall with sadness of parting and longing for the future.
This is a scene from the graduation ceremony of my class. After this day, our primary school life will be over. I have a yearning mood for junior high school life, but also a kind of confusion that seems to pass by. It seems that I just learned to speak yesterday and was dragged to kindergarten to play with Barbie dolls. It seems like yesterday, I walked into the primary school campus from ignorance of knowledge; It seems that I insisted on buying toys only yesterday; It seems that I just reached the height of my desk, and it was yesterday again. But in the eyes of others, I am no longer the child who is not sensible and sensible. Today, because I graduated from primary school, I became mature.
Six years have passed, and there are many nostalgic memories. In the fourth grade, we parted from our head teacher and math teacher who had been with us for four years. Weeping and sobbing come and go in the atmosphere of parting, and tears keep flowing through our hearts. In the sixth grade, we respectfully asked the teacher to take a break for physical reasons and failed to spend the last time with us. In the face of this news, my heart also shuddered at the sudden sadness and disappointment. Sixth grade, this is the moment of parting, but I never thought that parting would come so suddenly and so quickly. Our head teacher, Mr. Wu, is our amiable and respectable "parents". He nagged us about our study every day, and his support for our growth was still in our ears, fighting for opportunities and giving us a platform to show, but at this time, he said goodbye to us and many people cried again. After three separate times, I tasted the sadness of parting. But the difference also taught me how to cherish everyone who has paid for you and be grateful to everyone who has helped you.
I remember that every sports meeting, our class is far ahead of the whole school in total score. This must be inseparable from the efforts and sweat of the students. At the opening ceremony, we won the affirmation of the leaders on the rostrum with high morale and neat and vigorous steps; On the court, our competitiveness has overshadowed our nervousness. The starting gun let us rush to the starting point as quickly as possible and try to cross the finish line as soon as possible. I remember several female students, thin and small, but they had to run for 800 meters every time, exhausted and dizzy every time, but they were determined not to give up; At the closing ceremony, our awards are always one after another. These are the honors of our class, because we love our class, so no matter who it is, we will strive for it, because the group is very powerful.
I remember before graduation, we ushered in the primary school graduation exam, which is a summary of our primary school study. But before the exam, the results of our class were not satisfactory in the whole paragraph. With the encouragement and help of the teacher, we regained our enterprising spirit. In the morning reading, there is no sparse voice. Everyone sits up straight and reads carefully. In class, there is no whispering chat, only the small sound of the pen tip touching the exercise book; When the class is over, there is less noise of playing and more voices of discussing topics with classmates ... During this time, the classmates help each other, and we must find out what we don't understand. It is also such a learning atmosphere that makes our class among the best in junior high school exams and achieve excellent results in all subjects. This is the result of the positive efforts of teachers and students. I believe this test result will be the first flower in our memory, and her fragrance will encourage me to go all the way.
Looking back now, every scene is so clear, as if it were still in front of us. Elementary school, taught me too much. Like a wheat field, covered with golden wheat; Like a fruit tree, full of fruits. In my primary school life, I gained friendship and true feelings, which wrote down my childhood. Graduation from primary school doesn't mean the end, but it actually opens another starting point of life, which means that the next period will be accompanied by new friendship, and the next period will be richer and more exciting.
In the concert hall, other voices are still floating in the air, and it will float into our sweet dreams with our attachment and hope. ...
The sixth grade graduation composition 4: The days we walked together are a snap. We still have one year to finish our primary school life.
Looking back on the days we walked together, it is like a novel, with waves, calmness, beginning and climax.
Stepping into the primary school gate, we met; In the days to come, we got to know each other. We have changed from a naive child to a pupil. Five years have passed by in a hurry, and one year, such a short year, will leave my dearest alma mater in a blink of an eye. Over the years, we have had ups and downs, over the years, we have had joys and sorrows, alma mater! You let us know how to be human. When we enter the school, we are like a small sapling. You have trained us into healthy and sensible teenagers. Your alma mater gave us spiritual wealth. We will leave you in a year. ...
In this wonderful primary school time, there are countless things that I will never forget.
I remember in the fourth grade, we went to the quality education base for military training. Although it was only a short five days, the students all suffered a lot. The so-called "sour, sweet, bitter and spicy" can be fully displayed in these five days. During the military training, I experienced what life is and the spirit of unity and cooperation among students.
Over the years, it gave me a happy childhood and a pure smile.
In those years, we could not count the stars.
We worked hard together in those years.
In those years, we played together.
In those years, we experienced "ups and downs"
Now, we will be separated in a year.
Now, we can't go to that familiar class for another year.
Now, we can't unite as one for another year.
We will say goodbye here in a year.
Familiar classes will become our past.
Memories of those years will never be forgotten.
Those years of companionship will become a lifetime memory.
In those years, the road we walked together.
In those years, we worked together.
In those years, our lovely jokes.
In those years, our lovely story.
In those years, our dear good friends.
The fifth article of the sixth grade graduation composition "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." The rain beads rolled down from the eaves. At this time, I leaned against the door frame and frowned at the dense rain curtain between heaven and earth.
Although it is raining, it is still hot and humid. After waiting for a long time, I couldn't bear it any longer. I opened my umbrella and ran out, complaining discontentedly-
Tomoshi, what's going on? Didn't we agree to go out to play together? Why haven't I seen her after waiting so long?
Turning a corner is a leisurely home, and I can't help speeding up my pace.
Huh? Who's that?
A black shadow flashed and blurred in the rain, only to hear the figure calling my name loudly in a familiar voice-
I didn't care much, so I ran to see you crouching on the ground with a girl about five years old in my arms. The girl seemed frightened, pale, with empty eyes, and her right leg and knees were flushed.
"Just now, a car roared past and grazed her knee. ..................................................................................................................................................................
The figure that just passed by actually saved the girl from under the car regardless of safety!
My eyes widened in surprise.
At that moment, I didn't know what Yo-Yo was thinking, and I didn't know what made Yo-Yo risk his life to save the young child.
But I know that the figure that flashed in the rain, the moment when I sacrificed myself for others, has taken root in my heart since then. It always urges me to study leisurely, reminding me to keep my kind nature under any circumstances, so that even if I walk in the dark, I will not forget my original direction.
It's another sultry summer. I sat in the huge classroom, recording the beautiful moments of that day, the beautiful back and the sound of rain.
Tick tock, tick tock ...
The sixth grade graduation composition 6 is about to graduate, and the teacher asked us to write about the impression left by the campus, which is also telling us that I am leaving school!
Six years, we have been in this beautiful campus for six years. We stay on campus almost 24 hours a day. Everything in school is so familiar. How much I don't want to leave this lovely school, but my parents love me and I love my parents. I hope I won't disappoint them and get into a good middle school! Although we don't like this school very much, we don't like the strict team counselor, the physical education teacher who hits people hard, and the principal who teaches people every day, we love this school, which gives us education, exercise and everything. Everything the school does is for us.
Soon after graduation, the school has added unit tests, and we are also studying harder. Every time I see that green tree, familiar teachers and classmates, it makes me even more sad!
In June, when we leave school, we will never come back!
The seventh article of the sixth grade graduation composition is about to graduate from primary school. We have gone through six years of struggle and achieved good results. After graduating from primary school, in a blink of an eye, the wonderful six years I spent in this alma mater were taken away by time.
After graduating from primary school, there are happiness and sadness. Happily, we are going to junior high school. Sadly, we have to leave these teachers and classmates. Remember our old party? The students transferred to another school to attend the farewell party. This is a good time, isn't it? But, but how long will we be apart? Six years! A long time. If you graduate, no one will be reluctant. In the first book of the sixth grade, I cried for graduation, but some classmates advised me not to cry. What's the use of crying? Will eventually separate. No matter how to stop it, I won't let time stop in these six years.
Primary school for six years, every minute and every second has not been used up, wasting a lot of time. Six years. Let's get this straight. "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly", how many six years are there in life? For six years, we have cried, laughed, fought and quarreled together. But none of this will affect our friendship. I will cherish every moment now, and I won't let time pass in vain!
Our childhood footprints, left on the campus path; Laughing and singing, stay in the classroom. In these six years, I have learned a lot and learned a lot. Thank the teacher for teaching me so many things. Thank you for spending so much time with me!
Some people say that six years is a long time, even terrible. However, at this moment, everyone should cherish it very much, because for us, six years is coming to an end, and six years is really short and pitiful.
Looking back suddenly, when I joined the Young Pioneers, the red scarf was still flying; The voice of reading in Chinese class is still echoing; The sweat of skipping rope still hangs on my face ... six years, how many past events are still vivid, how can I forget them easily?
I don't forget that time, we participated in the winter skipping competition in Yaohai District on behalf of our school. In winter, there are shouts and skipping ropes, and exciting scenes and high-spirited hearts are closely condensed. We work together in Qi Xin, and every take-off is hope. Every time we fly, we seem to see the goddess of victory waving, training in the same way every day, sweating like rain. We don't feel bitter or tired at all.
I won't forget that time, the last New Year's Day party in primary school. Let's make jiaozi, cook jiaozi and eat jiaozi. Flour is in full swing, and laughter falls on jiaozi. Amaranth jiaozi, beef jiaozi, shepherd's purse jiaozi and celery dumplings all eat better than hungry pigs. There is a piece of dough on your nose and a pinch of paste on my forehead. Although everyone has become a big flower face, the flavor of meat, vegetables and air is intertwined, and the cooked jiaozi Belle is great. Everyone says this is the best jiaozi in the world.
I don't forget that time, when my classmates were ill, the teacher walked into the ward with several classmates' representatives, with their deep blessings and deep friendship. Intimate greetings, bright smiles and bright sunshine, everyone is warm and harmonious. You talked about interesting things in the class, and he talked about his physical condition. Every sentence is very happy. Even the birds outside the window seem to be infected and singing happily, which seems to be accompanied by this touching scene.
Of course, we are also very naughty, which gives the teacher a headache. I still remember putting the blackboard eraser on the door on April Fool's Day, and occasionally fighting and quarreling between classes. ...
We will never forget all these good things, bad things and wrong things, because these are the best witness and the best memories of our common growth under a blue sky. There is less than a month before we leave, but there is too little time left for our sixth grade. However, when we leave, we will not be sad. Even if we shed tears, we will make them laugh and walk out of school with the most beautiful smile to find our dreams.
Tomorrow, we will graduate. After tomorrow, we will never forget what our alma mater and teachers taught us. We will keep it in mind, work hard for ourselves, our teachers and our alma mater, and let our dreams set sail from here!
June is a sad season!
The sadness of parting has dyed this season more and more strongly. Walking gently on campus, everywhere is busy and dry. Some seniors in bachelor's uniforms are filming graduation photo in droves, some are busy selling daily necessities and books, and some have left the campus in a hurry. When we left, there were too many disappointments, which brought us countless touches. No banquet will come to an end, and no one will be with whom forever. People take pictures crazily just because they want to keep time. It was not until we were leaving that we realized how much we could not bear to part with each other.
I remember the graduation party held by our Foreign Languages Department for the senior students of Grade 08 that day. Everyone is great. What impressed me most was that when Teacher Lu sang Happy Journey, all the senior students in the audience couldn't help rushing to hug Teacher Lu and huddled together on the stage. Many students in the audience were moved to tears. A song "I wish you a pleasant journey" is full of sadness and sadness, and tears can't stop you from leaving in a hurry, so let it be self-evident. I still remember that on Monday afternoon, the seniors of Class 08 1 had a special activity, that is, their whole class went to have a graduation dinner, but before going to the dinner, every boy held a girl to gather. That day, the senior waited outside the girls' dormitory for her senior to come out, and then hugged her. We shouted "Senior, we love you" from the third floor window, and they also shouted "We love you". Thank you for meeting you in the most beautiful Spring Festival. Acquaintance is a kind of fate. Let's cherish the passage of each other's lives.
Time is scissors that cut us into pieces. When I grow up and go out to study, I will leave my hometown and my dearest parents. We must leave our friends, classmates and teachers after graduation. Youth is half charming and half sad. While you are young, do more things that will make you laugh when you are old. The day Lulu left was Tuesday. Looking at the back of her dragging her suitcase away in a hurry, I didn't say anything or do anything. Now that I think about it, I really feel that I was very slow and slow at that time. I should rush over and give her a hug. It's rare to be a fellow villager of Yangxin. Later, Hua Zai left early in the morning, and there was no time to take a group photo and see him off. Later, Brother Feng and Duan Duan both left and started your new journey. Fortunately, Sister Ting didn't leave, so we can be together.
Lulu, a senior in the dormitory, has white teeth and is humorous. We always joke that "toothpaste can be endorsed". Every time we finish, she will laugh and show her white teeth, which is very beautiful, and we are all young and new here, which gives me a lot of comfort in freshman year. Hua Zai, a compound talent, knows a lot, can talk, sing and perform. Every time she spoke, she made us laugh, especially me, with a low laugh. Sister Ting studies very well, is very attentive and humorous. She is also a literary star in our dormitory and an example for us. I still remember when I was a freshman, she took me to the 3 12 dormitory. I am lucky to live with my senior sister and learn a lot from them. The road they have traveled is a good reference for us.
I remember a lot, but I didn't get along for long. I miss the days of riding around the city together, eating pickled fish hot pot together, singing in the dormitory together, watching off-year parties together, talking and laughing together, walking together, missing the days ... I remember my mother told me that "people who can live together are predestined friends, like sisters, we must cherish them". Yes, people who live together without blood relationship are like half a family, so 3 12 will always be yours and our home. We will always open the door to welcome you home until graduation.
At the time of parting, a thousand words converge into one sentence: "However, when China maintains our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. If this relationship lasts for a long time, will you still be there sooner or later?" !
Finally, I'll give you a classic old song "Ju Ping":
Never mind how it ends in the future,
At least we were together,
Don't bother to restrain each other,
Not to mention promises,
As long as we have it,
It's enough for you and me,
A person's life has many memories.
I just want me in your memory.