Graduation prose

Graduation season essays 1 Time flies, flowers bloom and fall, and it is another graduation season.

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Looking through the familiar photo albums, looking at the familiar smiling faces, thinking about the beautiful past, and listening to the songs of the first deskmate, you will see scenes of your youth and persistence. We are a group of children with dreams, children running towards the sun, always moving towards the distance.

A few days ago, I was dragged by my good brother to take a photo of my senior in graduation photo. Looking at the way they stood in front of the camera in their bachelor uniforms, I remembered that we were together, standing in front of the camera with a sad face, waiting for the photographer to shoot graduation photo. That was a whole year ago. Now, when I look at my seniors, I feel a little lost and more depressed. Graduating every year is a relief for some people, but a pain for others. Parting is hard to avoid. As we all know, behind seemingly glamorous scenes, there are often more vivid or touching scenes. From coming to the National People's Congress to now, my mood can be described as ups and downs, from the very beginning.

We began to grow up year by year, from the primary school brothers and sisters in the eyes of others to the seniors. What a changeable thing! Time is easy to get old, but what about the heart? What about the time? When time is old, our hearts are always moving forward, rushing to the front, breaking through the unknown fog and breaking through the uneasiness in our hearts. I don't know what happened these two days. I always like to study on the fifth floor and have classes on the fifth floor, because I won't feel depressed. More importantly, I can stand by the window and look at the photos of the farm at the end of the canopy in the distance. Although there are mountains after mountains in the distance, my thoughts can cross the mountains and float to the end of the vast mountains to see the distant scenery.

The wind by the window rubs my hair wantonly and rushes into my chest without fear. There is a voice of shaking clothes in my ear, which seems helpless and tells unusual bits and pieces, just like my mood at the moment, with a little intoxicating eyes, watching the vicissitudes of the world at the end of prosperity. Sometimes, I always wonder, what is the purpose of our coming into this world? Is it money, fame and fortune, or a fairy? I'm confused, yeah. Maybe some people don't know why all their lives. However, the reality often reminds me of those touching moments in the past, as well as those sincere feelings and thinking about the future. Where should we go? Do you want to continue these boring lives and do the same things every day, or do you want to live in your own dreams and succeed little by little?

After spring, the south wind committed suicide, and the summer sun was like fire. Although it is very hot in summer, at this time of year, I think many people can't get hot. What should I do? Is it time to compete with each other? Or go with the flow? After graduating from senior year, do you want to continue your graduate studies or go out to find a job and live a stable life? These things always remind us vagrants that these pressures have marked our shoulders and witnessed our trauma over the years. However, perhaps many years later, we are not who we are now, and life is no longer who we are now. We may be proud to say: if I had known today, what would it matter if I suffered more and suffered more? Isn't it?

Today, I was walking alone on my way to the classroom. There is a thick fragrance of flowers floating in the sky, lingering on my nose. Remember the bluestone road we walked together in those years. On that road, between sunrise and sunset, we sat quietly on the small stone steps beside the flower beds, smelling the flowers in the sky, holding a book, wondering whether we will remain so innocent after next year, and the scale of time is beating the river of years. That summer, I kept telling myself whether it was time to stop writing and let go of this habit. Unfortunately, the habit became natural, and I always inadvertently wrote down that faint sadness and all kinds of past events. I used to love writing poems, but what's the use? I am the one who can write poetry, but unfortunately there is a person who doesn't understand poetry. In this way, my graduation season ended perfectly in those bleak times. Today, although I write a poem, the people in that poem are different from before. I began to be infatuated with the feeling of writing articles and master my own ideas. I can write a different life, write someone else's graduation season and read other people's stories.

This year, we have all changed. Although I have been reluctant to admit that I have changed, it is true. I don't care as much as before, and I don't let myself get lost. I can see myself clearly. I couldn't before, but now I can.

Graduation season essay 2 is another graduation season, sad and full of unknowns and expectations. Just like the treasure behind the fog, it broke through the fog, walked through the mud, cleared away heavy feelings, welcomed the graduation freeze with a grateful heart and a clear heart, did not regret yesterday, did not doubt tomorrow, and made this day well.

The wind blew from afar, carrying dandelion seeds, and landed in this place called Weifang Vocational College. In the silent soil, it longs for sunshine, and generate hopes to break the shackles and welcome the first sunshine of new life. It constantly absorbs nutrients and waits for the rain quietly, as if it were a dream. It dreamed that someone was holding the nectar and nectar he longed for, spilling it gently, moistening things silently, carefully and densely, fluttering and spreading, with a sacred mission and the power to awaken seeds. Suddenly a muffled thunder sounded, as if I heard the call, and I couldn't wait to start fidgeting. The power that was originally ready to move was spreading. After struggling hard, it saw it. .

Youth is used to be crazy, crazy in the sea of books, all the way to the world of mortals, breaking a thousand troops, fighting in the sea of books, what are you afraid of? My youth can't break your white bamboo raft? Feather fan black belt towel, he is in the mountains and rivers, in the army account, pointing out the world, there are thousands of difficulties and obstacles, what are you afraid of? He is in charge of my Wan Li world, pointing out the maze, cutting through thorns, and having him all the way, why are you afraid of the sandstorm ahead? With him and her, Lei Yun can do anything. What are you afraid of? Waves stop flying boats, light mud balls, high spirits, why fear instant youth!

The years of youth are like a choppy river, full of mud and sand, radical but not precipitated. It was he and she who gave us enthusiasm and taught us how to precipitate, how to change from a stormy river to a calm lake, and have a soul with connotation, depth and self. When taking its essence, it has not lost its own characteristics, and it is constantly growing and changing.

The price of growing up is that after many years, I know how to adapt. The original bud has grown up, he and she sheltered from the wind and rain, and he and he carefully cultivated it. What can be expressed? Two years later, my dream has come true. Those tender shoulders have evolved into eagle wings, ready to sail and soar in the sky. Those perfect cocoons also began to shine brightly, and butterflies with wings were about to spread their wings and fly.

Another graduation season. I wonder how many pillars this door has sent away. I only see the big trees on the boulevard. They are flourishing and dazzling. They have gone through the haze of years and weathered the storm, and now they have cast a shadow. How long did it take, how long did it take, how much effort did it take to be so powerful, and what kind of black land can make them hold their heads high and stand out from the crowd? Feet in yellow mud, like a crown. How many farewells did it witness, how many dreams it achieved, and how many expectations it carried? Only in this way will there be so many green branches and leaves standing on the branches, watching and welcoming.

It's another graduation season, and there are too many hesitations. Who can leave the place that gives us expectations and let our dreams fly? This place has our tears, our laughter and stories of our youth. We really want the June wind to blow for a long time. A little longer, we can keep the treasure we should remember, support us with gratitude and make everything perfect.

Another graduation season, I miss old books. Who says the geese have no intention of returning, and their grateful hearts are covered with tears?

It has been three or three years since graduation, and my junior high school has been deeply imprinted in my mind.

We will graduate this year.

This year, when gardenias were in full bloom in the treetops and the fragrance floated to every corner of the campus, we left. Since then, our memory has added a faint aftertaste of gardenia. Until, gardenia failed and took away a memory belonging to youth.

For three years, we used to be a family, but we had to say goodbye to each other because of different fates. We finally fought to the end, and we were free. But when we stepped onto a seemingly high step, we were caught off guard.

In the past three years, we have gained a lot. The most unforgettable thing is the caring teachers and classmates.

They have accompanied me for several seasons since I first entered school. Their inculcation and infinite tolerance made us who we are now.

Just after Teacher's Day, the faded thoughts were inexplicably mentioned.

In math class, Kim Dae-jung played a joke on us humorously. Before taking a nap, I always hear his harsh voice. Remember that bedtime story? Haha, I just guessed the Chinese questions in our final exam. In our eyes, he never lacks kindness in severity.

We once rated physics class as the best atmosphere, remember? Grandpa Li likes telling jokes best and always makes us laugh. He is likable. In our eyes, he is like an old urchin who hasn't grown up yet.

Young female teachers are always called goddesses by us. Therefore, Chinese, history, English and politics can always be described as pleasing to the eye in our eyes.

There are many memories, many, many. ...

Our beautiful three-year youth is always accompanied by teachers and classmates. Our meeting was wonderful, but we only guessed the beginning, but not the end. The relationship between teachers and students, which once said that we should keep in touch forever, has gradually faded away with the resumption of classes in schools. We are all busy with our own trifles and have no time to contact again.

Guess, now they will also tell the students about us. How do they remember us? Smile or silence? I think we are irreplaceable in their hearts. Even if we quarrel again, even if we often make them angry, it has become a beautiful scenery since then.

But 12 is an eternal existence, but we don't want to. The last graduation photo left behind has become our eternal yearning. Lovely smile, the teacher's amiable face, have become our last thoughts.

I can't put it down because I miss it so much.

The shouts of encouragement in the sports meeting, the laughter in the collective activities, and the faces patiently answered by the teachers in the classroom are all so far away now. I said that if possible, I would rather repeat the third grade several times, even if I was exhausted, my memories would be deeper, even if my mind was full. This is my memory, this is my youth. Even the worst youth belongs to me. Besides, in the end, I just want unforgettable memories.

My classmates, they always laugh like flowers. My teachers, they are always kind and patient. Ask questions repeatedly in class, answer patiently after class, talk to them when you are unhappy, and they are willing to be our trash can. I have to say that I love my classmates and my teachers.

Unconsciously, it is another school season. School started again, and what appeared in front of my eyes was no longer their familiar faces, but unfamiliar faces. I have to say, I miss them

At this time before, we always got together with laughter. We also left many memories. After school started, we were still making up our homework at this time before. The tabloids were crazy about discipline and secretly copied the unfinished homework for fear that Kim would be criticized. There is always a screaming foodie who reminds us not to forget her birthday present every month. When she sees something to eat, she always pounces on it and shows off her hunting achievements to us. On Teacher's Day, our old monitor also sent gifts and wrote greeting cards to teachers in big bags. Although she told me that all the gifts were left by her mother, the cards were really intentional.

All this is unforgettable, that is our memory.

Autumn is coming again. Do you think they will whisper about us to this year's freshmen?

We graduated and finally became the last class in the teacher's mouth. This full memory appeared again, bringing the fragrance of gardenia.

In April, the graduation season of prose, the fragrance of peach outside the willow gradually fell. With a ray of light, I planted an expectation and looked forward to another flower in June. Round a dream, one after another. -Inscription.

The warm wind is rustling outside the window, and how much warm sunshine passes through the thin curtains and falls on the windowsill. April, can do, can't do. Jiangnan, the swallow has returned to its nest, as warm as early summer. I stood at the window, sipping a glass of warm water, calmly accepting the tossing and turning of this warm spring and cool summer.

Years have passed through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the winds of the four seasons have swept our beginning in turn. Twelve years of cold window, twelve seasons of reincarnation, witness every drop of sweat, witness every effort, witness every day and night. Every time I start writing, every time I put pen to paper, I have an unattainable sadness. Through thick and thin, the graduation season is approaching, and we will usher in a turning point and another corner of life.

June carries too many people's sweat, too many people's hopes, too long time and too heavy dreams. June makes people lose too much, is short, and becomes even shorter. The boring life has become even more boring.

Therefore, impatience, fanaticism, anxiety, worry and self-abandonment are inevitable.

Some people say that sometimes the more you care, the easier it is to lose; Sometimes if you look too hard, you will get lost more easily. Later, I want to say, June, when the college entrance examination; We should face it calmly and take it lightly.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't mean nothing, and it's not inevitable. Indifference is a state of mind. Indifference is to let nature take its course. Indifference is worthy of yourself and others. Indifference is not anxiety, it is tepid; Indifferent, it is leisurely, poised and flawless as water. Indifference is the care and value of the golden mean. Indifference is a kind of open-mindedness, a faint heart of gain and loss.

We walked all the way from the wind and rain, sadness passed through our fingertips, tears welled up from our eyes, and smiles hung on our cheeks. We got it, but we lost it; We succeeded and failed. Flowers will also decline, old people will die, and long-term decline will inevitably lead to prosperity. We have experienced a lot, so we should learn to face it calmly, smile and let it be.

I have once seen such a sentence: happiness is yours, not yours and can't be forced. I think it's not just happiness. Family is like this, friendship is like this, and love is like this. Life is like this.

If you look too hard and think too clearly, the easier it is to get lost and blind. Because the shallow grass needs Mao Mao rain when it dries up, it will be submerged when it rains cats and dogs. The dam collapsed due to accumulated water. The stronger the desire, the easier it is to fail. Therefore, sometimes it is better to laugh it off and be innocent.

We grew up, walking all the way, one after another sunny flowers. Up to now, we have lamented too many gains and losses, failures and successes. This year's rings are ruthless. Sunset and vicissitudes of life have been eliminated many times. Wind and rain can stay, but our faces will grow old. When we were born, I want to remember that it must be a kind of happiness to be indifferent to gains and losses.

Life, we need to live simpler and simpler. With indifference, understanding and joy, life can be simpler. A faint scent of flowers, a faint smile, and a faint pursuit of dreams. In the coastline of time, say goodbye to yourself and your friends. Say goodbye to April, bring a fullness to May, and bring a coolness to June.

Time will travel through the spring, quietly ushered in a simple and warm early summer.

I stand at the end of the season, twisting a peach blossom that hasn't fallen at the end of April with my hand. I hope I can get some comfort. Peace of mind, quiet years, waiting for the arrival of June, flowers bloom all over the city.

Although we are indifferent, we also firmly believe that the flowers in June are blooming for us; The rain in June slipped for us; The glory of June is created for us.

Friends, let's write our own legendary chapter with June with a ray of indifference and a good mood.

Postscript: Send this article to all senior three students who are struggling now; By the way, ladies and gentlemen, the college entrance examination went well. Be the first, come on!

The composition in the graduation season from May to June is always extraordinary. It always rains during the college entrance examination season. I still remember the way I walked out of the examination room, especially when I finished my math exam. I cried all the way without an umbrella, and rain and tears flowed into my mouth, bitter in my heart ... who cares who the passers-by are? I'm just sad.

I wanted to run away from home the day my grades came out. I am more afraid of knowing the result than my parents. If it is bleak, I can't afford it myself. Often, that's it. The more you worry about something, the more likely it will happen. We didn't get what we wanted, and my situation is even worse.

Now, I graduated. So the fear at that time subsided. A group of similar children suffered the same blow and had no more words. Let's get together, calm down and study again. For three years, we have been polite, without harm or love. Everyone tried to be immune, and there was nothing. ......

That day, we were all busy packing our luggage. Just go through the formalities. No one cares where the other person goes, and no one cares how your weak body can lift those things. ......

In this way, I graduated. We didn't take pictures, and we didn't have blessings. Silently, they didn't even leave contact information, or even say goodbye. ......

Sitting in the car, on the way back to work, I was very sad. It's just that I don't know you. ......

After graduation, are you okay? We've been together for three years, so we divide things. I don't know if I'm sentimental or you don't care ... these friendships can't even be called friendships, but I care.

Those familiar faces are indifferent when they leave. No time to look closely, just like a stone sinking into a calm lake and being scared away!

Ok, bye! The place where that man was, locked in memory, is just a point on the road to growth!