Composition of the sixth grade graduation season 1 I will graduate from primary school, I will leave the school I love, and I will leave the teacher I love. At this moment, I have been studying and living here for six years. The teachers here, everything here, everything here, all flash in my mind.
I just saw the back of my Chinese teacher Wang, and the laughter of us together with Mr. Wang immediately rang in my ear. Teacher Wang is older and weak, but kind and gentle. Her feelings for us are not only feelings between teachers and students, but also feelings between loving mothers and children. Teacher Wang's lectures are full of emotions, humor and wit, and she is good at stick figures. Whenever she is excited about lectures, she will definitely draw a stick figure on the blackboard.
There is a text "Country People" in the second volume of Grade Four, which contains many words describing the life of country people. From these words and sentences, we can feel the author's deep true feelings, memories and nostalgia for the past, and longing for rural life. Miss Wang is also a leisurely and plain person. She recalled her former rural life in front of us. She told us that the sky is high and the clouds are light in the countryside, the air is fresh, the flowers and trees are lush, the ears of rice in rice fields are rippling with the wind, the fruits in the orchard are fragrant, the vegetables in the garden are fresh and lovely, butterflies dance among the dense flowers and vegetables, and fish swim freely in the cool stream. Farmers are working in the fields, sweating like rain, but they are very happy.
Teacher Wang painted while talking, which was lively and interesting. An interesting vegetable garden landscape was displayed on the blackboard. It was all kinds of fresh vegetables, and we felt the urge to take a bite when we looked at it. We admire this beautiful picture and admire the beautiful sentences in the text. Looking forward to it, we ask the teacher loudly: "Teacher, teacher, since the country is so beautiful and the life of growing vegetables is so interesting, can we-"Before we finish, Miss Wang seems to understand our meaning, and she replies cheerfully: "I know what your means. Ok, let's also open up a small vegetable garden that belongs to us! That's settled! All students who have agricultural tools and experience in growing vegetables come quickly! "
I don't want to grow vegetables in my own garden! Students have brought tools from home and found a wasteland in a secluded corner of the campus. We cleared weeds, leveled the land and planted rapeseed or vegetable seedlings brought from home in soft soil. Soon, the lovely side dishes sprout out of the soil one by one, fresh and tender, watery, and it makes people feel pity when they look at it. We cherish this little seedling very much, and we are afraid of hurting them every move. We dug up earthworms from other places and put them in our vegetable fields, so that earthworms could loosen the soil for our vegetable fields. Our vegetable garden action attracted the attention of other classes, and they followed suit and planted their small vegetable gardens. The school leaders praised our actions and let the security uncles patrol our vegetable garden.
Our vegetable seedlings grow rapidly. You see, there are vegetables, eggplant, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and potatoes buried in the soil … red, yellow and green, which are really fruitful and dazzling. Hey, isn't this the picture that Miss Wang left on the blackboard? Don't tell me, it's really like it! The students picked vegetables, took them home, cooked rich dishes one after another, and took them to school to share and taste with them. Alas, the vegetables that I sweated like rain are really different, so delicious!
Later, the class teacher sent a message in the group: Teacher Wang stopped teaching us because of physical reasons and work needs. I stared at the news in the group and really wanted to erase it! Tears welled up in my eyes, and waves rose in my heart. For several months in a row, or to this day, I still miss those days when I got along with Mr. Wang.
I suddenly remembered the pastoral painting on the blackboard, the natural and unrestrained style of Mr. Wang's painting, and the amiable smile of Mr. Wang. This is a beautiful scene, and she and it will be my eternal memory.
The students in our class don't seem to be nervous about graduation. Yesterday, the teacher forgot to hand out the examination paper, and his good friend Shao Nanyue found it and went to remind the teacher. As a result, other students complained about Shao Nanyue. This kind of behavior has always been despised by me. Don't they just want to do less homework? Why do you hate learning so much? Doing homework is for your own good! Besides, if you don't do it on weekends, do you want to do it next week?
Yes, it's a complete disgust. More than once, I heard someone say that I hope the thunder will hit the teacher's head, saying that if there is a fire, the first thing to do is to burn the exercise book. For learning, you should be lazy if you can, and you'd better copy other people's ready-made answers, whether it's homework, exercises or exams. Even plagiarism, too lazy to copy the standard complete answer, but simply copy it until it can't be simpler.
Although graduation is just around the corner, the students in our class have no pressure at all, at least it seems. Even if someone is nervous, it is only a small part. When I come back from lunch, as long as there are more than five people, the classroom will be very noisy. In some sub-classes, some people don't take the teacher seriously. They pester me to change my position. Every time they switch, they still stay in my position after class. They also make my position messy and full of scraps of paper, and even put some waste paper into my drawer, which makes me bored. On one occasion, I was helping the teacher with homework, which was a very proud thing in my own eyes, but a classmate saw it and said, "Zheng Hao, you are so poor!" " Poor? Poor what? I said to her, "This is a good thing to reduce the burden on teachers and serve the whole class. How can it be said that happiness is too late?" "I don't want to approve homework. Every time I pray that the teacher won't let me approve it." She said disapprovingly. I sigh in my mind, is it not troublesome, is it not interested in learning? How selfish it is to think of everything for yourself and refuse to pay more for others!
What went wrong in the end? Is it the defect of our education?
Yesterday, I brought Shao Nanyue to my house to play. Unexpectedly, I learned from my mother that I was admitted to the experimental class in the placement exam of Greentown Yuhua. I'm still a little ashamed because I feel that I didn't do well in the math exam.
I just found out that my family actually has a classmate record. That was given by my teacher when I won the first prize in the calligraphy competition of my English interest class. Alas, is the classmate record filled out by everyone really what you think in your heart? Especially: "What do you think of me ..." Just like what you think of the teacher, you dare not express your dissatisfaction in front of each other. I don't know why, I suddenly envy the first-grade children. Although some people think they are naive, in fact, their eyes are so clear, and no matter which side they look at, they leave the world with innocence without any dust. I remember, I went out for exercise that morning. Because there was one person missing from the boys' team, I was placed in the boys' team. I didn't think there was any problem, but a classmate next to me said, "That's the boys' team. Are you sure you want to stand there?" I don't know why, at this time, is there already such a deep and thick gap between boys and girls? Is it true that the affection between boys and girls must be abnormal puppy love, and can't be close friends? Nowadays, many things that don't seem to be worth making a fuss about will be spread into gossip. This time in graduation photo, when the teacher asked two good friends to shoot together, none of our class was a combination of men and women. I remembered that when I was doing a scientific experiment on the playground, a first-grade boy and a girl walked by happily holding hands and laughing. Alas, this is the great wisdom of the first-grade children. I think of some performances of "There are songs in the class". Those beautiful songs are accompanied by the enthusiastic smiles and natural movements of the children. It is the voice from the heart, and it is the voice that really indulges in the performance ...
The first-grade children may not know as much as we do in their studies, but morally, they are teachers and we are just students. They show us the purest and most sincere feelings in the world.
Another graduation season.
I graduated from the fifth grade. Maybe you will ask me why. The nine-year compulsory education of the May 4th Movement in Shanghai has brought up all the students who went to school in Shanghai to graduate in grade five and enter middle school in grade six. I remember that in the year of graduation, homework increased and sleep decreased. Every exam is very important. As the final exam approaches, the teacher always has to take some papers from previous years. No, this one in my hand is the math final paper of 1 1 year. When I saw this paper, my heart was half cold. Once upon a time, my deskmate and I were very good friends, helping each other, even if one of them suffered a little loss. But since the fifth grade, I feel different. Let's talk about this 1 1 year test paper. I thought about the last question for a long time, but when it was time to hand it in, my deskmate urged me to say, "Hand it in quickly!" "Who knows, after she finished this sentence, I really made it, but I heard her say in a strange way," Yo, it's really made. " Hey, you say, because this will be recorded in the portfolio score, how much sacrifice!
Also, I remember the graduation ceremony that year was very funny (I mean what happened in our class). That afternoon, all our fifth-grade teachers and students held a graduation ceremony. The girl who was my classmate in kindergarten but not in the same class now was already moved to tears, and I was about to cry, but I looked left and right, but I didn't see anyone crying in my class. I endured and endured, but I still cried. I have long heard the saying that "men don't flick when they cry", but the boys in Class 54 fully responded to this sentence, but-"all crying are good children." Since our Chinese teacher said this sentence, it's broken. All the boys touch their faces with saliva, which is really disgusting and funny. If you didn't cry, you didn't cry!
The most important thing is graduation on June 1st, when the whole class went crazy. Let me elaborate-
After the activities in the morning, we performed in our class. Two girls and I are the second performers. We are singing, singing that "Stupid" by by2, which can make a joke, all because of my thoughtlessness. We have an action in "How can I be fascinated by him easily?" There, the three of us are in an inverted triangle formation (▽), and if we reach out and point in each direction, we just mean three English teachers, haha, the whole class laughs. After the performance, we had a big cake, which was not so clever before. I didn't expect to "bang-"and throw people when eating the cake. Our monitor saw the teacher leave, and picked up his own cake, and with a bang, I looked like I was wearing a crown, and the cake was on my head. . . . When the boys saw it, they were happy! Jumping and jumping, the cake fell on the floor. After a while, the monitor shouted, "The teacher will be here in five minutes!" " This scared us. We saw cakes on the ground and on our bodies, picked up a rag to wipe our bodies, and cleaned with cleaning tools. Finally, the teacher found out, but fortunately, the teacher didn't say anything. Anyway, it was unexpected to say, "Why don't you wait for me when you play?"
It can be said that in Shanghai, there is little time with primary school students, but there is no shortage of happiness. I am very grateful to my classmates. Some of them are naughty, some are clever and clever, and some of them are not very good at learning. I thank them. At least we are all happy together, aren't we? No matter where we are, I believe that when we pick up graduation photo and recall the stupid things and mistakes we made at that time, we will either laugh happily or feel guilty. Anyway, we have no regrets.
Composition 4 in the sixth grade graduation season is another gorgeous summer. I went to the auditorium with my good friends to watch the graduation party of the College of Liberal Arts. I was filled with emotion, and the fleeting time slipped away from my fingers like a blink of an eye. The past is entangled in the chest, like an overturned five-flavor bottle, sweet, sour and bitter, all of which come to mind. I have always been a loyal participant in the party. Whether in front of the stage or behind the scenes, the role suddenly changed, and that feeling is really difficult to express in words.
In the past six years, we have been silently looking forward to this good rainy season, because at this time, there will be brilliant sunshine, colorful flowers and sweet ice cream. This is a graduation season. At that time, we will eagerly look forward to a lot of school activities, wearing gorgeous costumes or ceremonial costumes, and standing under the spotlight of the auditorium to enjoy our surging passion.
Mixed feelings, watching the fire from the other side and being there are so different. I never thought about what kind of feelings a party would have when it sent us away. Does graduation really mean the end? Stubborn, we don't want to admit it. Thank you for generously setting the theme of this time as we are here. I know, this may be their respect and charity for us who have been through it.
I didn't rehearse and rush about for this party, and I didn't contribute to the class, the student union, and the college of literature. I was really a little unaccustomed. In all kinds of helplessness, I used an omnipotent excuse to prevaricate myself and deceive others. In fact, I know in my heart that it's just an escape, but I don't want to face the depression and loneliness after the end of prosperity. In the senior year, everyone went their separate ways, and it was really more difficult to get all the people in the class together. Min Yan came back from Vietnam and hurried back to school as soon as she landed. Bai nhieu, who was so homesick, also set off back, and Rui Xue Jie came from home to reunite with us. As always, everyone greeted, joked and teased each other, as if everything had returned to the original simplicity and beauty.
Looking at the lively and lovely schoolmates on the stage, like a group of clever elves, with clear eyes, immature limbs and brisk steps, I know that I should not envy them, take care of my lost youth, and sigh that to see the sun, for all his glory once had us, once we were young, and once we were brilliant. I deeply tell myself that every stage of life is beautiful, young and energetic, mature and attractive. More sedate, indifferent and elegant, it is also a precious gift left over from a long time.
People come and go, in a hurry, lush acacia lake, spacious and flat asphalt road, it seems that even half a shallow footprint has not been left, only a trace of sour wry smile and regret. When the dust settles, we are no longer gorgeous summer flowers, but at least we have bloomed. Quiet and beautiful autumn leaves are also a noble and gorgeous beauty.
If life is a dream, four years will flash across the quiet night sky like a meteor, which is short and beautiful. How many four years can there be in life? How many four years do we have left? In two months, we must officially leave, go to work, live, study, find our place in society, and find our real future. It is a new beginning, without fear, sadness and sadness. The road ahead is sad or happy, good or bad, and we must bear it ourselves. When we leave campus, we must learn to adapt, adapt and do it.
I came out of the auditorium, walked through the boulevard paved with gravel, and returned to the messy and warm dormitory. I know that there is not much time to stay here. Soon, we will leave forever.
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