Another year of graduation composition.

Another year's graduation season composition (selected 47 articles)

In ordinary daily life, everyone has been exposed to composition, which is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is another one-year graduation composition carefully arranged by Bian Xiao for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Another graduation composition 1.

Another gorgeous summer. Another group of good friends are leaving.

With a thousand emotions, the stars are moving, and those lush years slip away from your fingers like a blink of an eye.

The past is intertwined in my chest, like an overturned five-flavor bottle, full of ups and downs. Over the past six years, I have been silently looking forward to this beautiful rainy season, because at this time, there will be bright sunshine, dazzling flowers and sweet ice cream.

This is graduation season. At that time, we will eagerly look forward to participating in many school activities and happy scenes with our good friends. Born like a dream, six years is like a meteor, which instantly crosses the quiet night sky, short and beautiful. Even the air is filled with the smell of parting. We have been classmates for six years. Six years is neither long nor short. Sometimes, I feel very short, like a dream. As soon as my eyes are closed and opened, it will pass. Sometimes, it feels a long time. In six years, we have grown from a fart child to a teenager. From just entering school to graduation; From acquaintance to parting.

I am about to leave the school where I have lived for six years, and my classmates have taught us for six years. There are so many things on our minds that it is hard to say goodbye. How can I erase this endless attachment with a wave of my hand? Even if the scenery will be more beautiful and better in the future, I can't just throw it away and smile. Although saying goodbye, it is very common in one's life. But it's hard to say goodbye with a smile when you really say goodbye.

Now, I still clearly remember my first day at school. Silly boy, know nothing, know nothing. Here, I cried mercilessly, smiled mercilessly and tried hard. After six years of baptism, the unsmiling faces of the students gradually matured. It's not a time to say goodbye, but a time to really wave goodbye.

I want to paint a small picture of primary school life full of laughter, romance, acidity and light melancholy with more beautiful words and more languages.

When I put my hand on the keyboard and began to draw, everything I had experienced before was vivid and kept flashing in my mind, but my hand could not type any words.

This passage expresses feelings that cannot be said.

Another year of graduation season composition 2

In a blink of an eye, the "hard" life of three years in high school has quietly passed away. The reason why we say "hard" is because the process of experience is very hard, and after the experience, there is only endless nostalgia left in our memories.

More than once, I quietly said to myself, "I never want to come back." Hengshui was a nightmare for me at that time. From the moment I stepped into the road of studying thousands of miles, I seemed to be no longer me, afraid to face it, and just wanted to end it quickly. But when I finished the third grade and stepped into the gate of the thirteenth middle school, I found that all this didn't seem to be what I expected. The teacher is not as unreasonable as I thought, but considers for us everywhere, illuminating our dream pursuit like an angel.

I only lasted for half a day in the military training of senior one. There is no special reason, just a terrible stomachache. So I started a three-year journey of "stomachache". Senior one didn't ask for leave, but kept taking painkillers; When I was a sophomore, I was diagnosed with gallstones, and I was blinded at that time. When I asked for leave, the teacher kept teasing me and hoped that I would keep smiling. In the third year of high school, when I was most nervous, I was hospitalized because of appendicitis. After returning to school, fortunately, with the help of the teacher, I was not scared to death by myself.

Looking back on these three years, I seem to have been struggling with the disease, but fortunately, I am in No.13 Middle School, and there are a group of teachers who treat us as children behind me, who will always support us. In the past three years, teachers have given us too much, making us feel as warm as home, making us no longer afraid, and making us confident enough to face high school life.

I remember that after entering June, anxiety and irritability spread in everyone's mind, and everyone understood that the college entrance examination was not a trivial matter, but related to their future destiny. Everyone was a little nervous and even began to doubt their abilities. Can we really do it? Fortunately, with the encouragement of the teacher, our hearts are no longer confused, and we can devote ourselves to free review under the sky in June and make a final effort for our dreams. Every time I feel my shoulders ache and my brain seems to crack, there is always a force supporting me, because I know that you will always support us sitting behind me, and you will always be here to be our strongest backing.

High school life is intertwined with bitterness and joy, but bitterness is only temporary and happiness is permanent. Three years have passed, and the pain has gone away, leaving only the lingering joy in my heart. Thanks to the loving family in No.13 Middle School, it left a magnificent movement in the history of our youth struggle. Maybe many years later, we won't remember the small surprises in the college entrance examination, but we will remember that it was these small surprises that supported us to spend the last June of high school life.

Three years passed in a hurry, but it left me with the best memories.

Another year of graduation season composition 3

Graduation is a big period, seemingly insignificant, but enough to end too many things. From then on, we bid farewell to a period of pure youth, a period of frivolous years and an era of fantasy. The days before graduation, time passed like quicksand, seemingly long, but it passed all the time. If you want to stay, as long as you reach out, the limited time is slipping away. Those six years, those faces, those names, all flowed in the blood, unforgettable. We became familiar from strangers, and we are the closest people. We talked about everything, laughing and laughing, but there were four test papers. Graduation defense, farewell dinner, raise your hand to say goodbye, and go their separate ways. Everything seems to be expected, and everything goes too helplessly. Six years, how many six years are there in life? Every day, we will visit the campus again intentionally or unintentionally to see what it looks like today and think about how it greeted us six years ago. After walking for six years, it seems that I have walked back to the starting point. We met, we left, and we left too much glory in these six years, but it will eventually become a thing of the past.

We often hear teachers praise our class inadvertently or inadvertently. Indeed, it is my honor to be a member of this class. Over the years, our class has won many champions and runners-up. From my first school year in this school to my graduation, there are countless outstanding people in our class. In the past six years, we have won the champion of six skipping competitions, the champion of four consecutive sports meetings and the runner-up of two times. Such excellent results are attributed to the athletes in our class. In many large and small competitions, our class has also achieved excellent results many times. Secondly, I wish nine students in our class successfully admitted to Longxian class with excellent results.

I hope that the students who have been admitted to Changjun will make persistent efforts, reach new heights and have smooth sailing in their future studies; I wish other students think like a spring when they take the exam, give full play to their extraordinary ability and get into a satisfactory middle school with satisfactory results. I don't know when I can see my teachers and classmates next time. I hope everyone can do what they like and become the people they like next time. I hope that when we see middle school freshmen, we can all say in surprise and disgust, "How come it's you again, hahaha!" "

Another year of graduation season composition 4

The sun is scorching the earth, urging people to speed up their progress, as if they would be dispelled by this ruthless sunshine as soon as they stop, and the mottled dreams are getting farther and farther away. We have chosen the road of college entrance examination, so we can't retreat, we can only move forward. Countless days and nights of burning the midnight oil, countless days and nights of hard work, just for that time to become the first.

It's finally over, it's raining lightly. Whether you like it or not, the wheel of time will not stop for you. Maybe you will be glad that you are finally leaving, leaving this life full of papers like purgatory; Maybe you will regret not working harder; Maybe you won't give up, you won't give up your classmates who have spent the cold and summer together and worked hard together, and you won't give up the teacher who taught you knowledge selflessly; Maybe you will miss the youth of laughing and frolicking with friends, and even miss the years when you were punished for doing wrong together. Another graduation season. You used to watch your brothers and sisters hug goodbye and think about your future. How time flies. Inadvertently, we graduated, really graduated. We will cherish each other when we leave, and we will also agree to keep in touch often after we leave. But this agreement seems difficult to keep. After going out, everyone has their own work and life. There is nothing they can do about this former agreement.

Those who have experienced loss know better the beauty of having, and those who have experienced parting know better the difficulty of being together. People are often like this. They don't know how to cherish until they lose it, and they want to be together until they leave.

In life, we will always meet many people. Some people pass by when they meet us; Some people stay for a short time, which brings us frustration and pain; Some people have settled for a long time, and happiness will accompany us all our lives. However, no theory is important, unimportant, disappearing or unknown. Everyone's appearance has the meaning of his existence-if we don't meet them, there will always be a blank in our life.

After graduation, mixed with a trace of disappointment, this place we once thought was hell and desperately wanted to escape suddenly became heaven, but we didn't want to leave, but wanted to stay. Because it preserves our past, our angry and hard-working past, our playful past and our lost past. But it was once impossible to copy, let alone paste. However, we will keep them in mind and take them out in the sun in our spare time. When we are old, we can tell our children stories of the past.

Another graduation season, I not only learned knowledge, but also learned to cherish it. I won't complain about what I have, but I'm glad I lost less.

Postscript: Another graduation season. What have you learned?

Another year of graduation season composition 5

When the spirit of the world of mortals has increased a little, when the quicksand of time is wearing away, when the passion is still deeply entangled, when the autumn wind is rustling, a farewell song is reflected. We can't help sighing that it is another graduation season!

Pushing open Chen's window, the fragrance of ebony roses hangs in front of me. I can't help but sigh that three years have brought today's silence and meditation. Do you remember? Our childish face, the frivolous whisper of youth, the surging excited heart and the ambitious youth, what is left? Is it a familiar and tidy desk? A dusty blackboard? The chalk is broken? Vivid scenes from past classes? Say goodbye to the teacher in tears? Students who hug each other deeply? Or the time that has passed?

Melody dies with the entrance examination. After all, we will leave each other and live our own lives. Goodbye, the guy who accompanied me through three years of ups and downs, our playfulness, our frivolity, our pursuit, our pursuit may have forged eternity at this moment. I want to remember your faces with floating life. We are so pure, so clean, so affectionate, and I will spend the rest of my life remembering them. Remember the day when we gave the teacher the number together? Remember the days when we refueled together and didn't have to repair it at night? Remember the days when we made fun of each other? Remember the day when we went to buy snacks together? Remember the days when we escaped from sports on the physical education class? Remember the days when we pursued the "trend"? Remember the day when we held the "United Nations General Assembly"? Remember the memories we shared? Thank you for accompanying me through three years of life, for creating this memory, for giving me the most precious youth gift, and for giving me the youth I dare to create.

Time flies, the memory of peerless elegance. It was three years of love between teachers and students, three years of getting along, three years of common struggle and three years of hard work. I don't know what words to use to express my surging impulse. I only know that you arrive at school early every day, your low but comforting torso on the podium, and your painstaking efforts under sharp language. I don't know, I don't know how to express this deep feeling and this long-lasting touch. Thank you for your hard work in the past three years. Thank you for your concern for me in the past three years. Thank you for always giving me the power of gratitude. Thank you-I can't say those three words. Thank you. I love you.

After all, Manzhushahua has blossomed charming flowers and achieved amazing elegance.

Another year of graduation season composition 6

Day after day, month after month, year after year. Time is constantly on the road, looking for a life partner. So, the winner became her inseparable friend, and the people in the Dance Academy abandoned her. She sincerely makes friends all over the world: don't lose 24 hours this day, and one day idle people will regret losing her.

A calendar is a mirror of time. Everyone is not afraid to use it to take care of their bodies. Calendar-driven whip is used by everyone to push themselves forward!

Another year, another graduation season. I can't do anything to watch my life in Grade Three flash by like a meteor. Leaves float quietly to the window, just like friendship hovering again. If I could go back in time, I would seize it.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, time keeps turning. Another rainy season, the passage of time, the review of friendship. This reminds me of a friend, but I can only look back. Open the new calendar of three years, open the diary of three years ago, and look back at the friendship of three years ago. But now only memories can comfort themselves and comfort the mood of parting. "The friendship of friends! It is higher than the sky and wider than the ground. We will certainly remember those years, the friendship of friends! The biggest rarity in our life is like a bottle of wine and an old song. " A song "My Good Brother" touched my heart, and an unforgettable lyric made me deep in thought.

When the five-star red flag flutters again, who cares about the feelings in my heart? Green campus, warm dormitory, young and energetic classmates, this scene lingers in my mind. Time flies, who can have no regrets and who can have no tears. Love and hate are intertwined, and it is the season of falling rain and flowers. Who cares about my tears? I can't smell the fragrance of osmanthus in school, and I can't see the scene of petals fluttering in the wind.

I don't know when I can see my classmates and friends this time. At this time, my heart is only melancholy, only hesitation, only crystal tears can be swallowed in my stomach. Looking at the pen in my hand, my good friend gave it to me. The more I think about it, the more confused I am. Afraid, I left this good friend; Afraid of the loneliness of life; What if you're scared?

Graduated! Graduated! Let a song "Parallel Songs" send us away! Let today's heavy rain wet me! "It is sadness, especially the general taste." Despair, despair, what should I do?

Another year of graduation season composition 7

"Ding, Ding" exam bell rang, and there was an avalanche of cheers in the classroom of our class, nothing else, because we graduated! Depressed three years of junior high school life, our accumulated grievances broke out instantly. Many times, you don't need words, just a look, and everyone can feel each other's joy.

After the exam, we cried and told each other that it was not easy. Facing the approaching high school life, we are more longing for the future and excited to leave junior high school. I don't know who shouted: "The Chinese teacher is coming!" Miraculously, everyone didn't shut up, but the voice was a little lower than before. There is no way. Today is different. Maybe before graduation, when we heard the teacher coming, we would shut up in a panic, but now that we have graduated, we don't have much resentment against the teacher's absence. The Chinese teacher heard our chatter and didn't make any noise. After a few minutes, the teacher seemed to be unbearable and said unhappily, "The whole class took out a small test book for me! Now give me a quiz! " The whole class was startled. Do you still take the exam after graduation? No way, we had to angrily take out a small test paper and wait for the teacher's following. "Give me the names of all the students and teachers in the class! Copy it wrong for me a hundred times! " We were silent, and at that time no one retorted. We all took out our pens and scribbled on our notebooks, and some people even had a little red eyes. Yes, we have been complaining all these years at school, but we have forgotten our original friendship. Who can be ruthless? It is said that parting is the hardest. At this time, we deeply understand that in the past, we laughed at each other and played with each other. But now those days are gone forever.

In the next few days, the whole class was ecstatic, perhaps in order not to leave regrets for their junior high school life. Students who don't usually have a good relationship also frolic with each other. English class representatives also specially collected an English article about graduation season and read it aloud.

I hope that after we leave, we can still remember our friendship.

Another year of graduation season composition 8

Everyone has to leave several times during graduation season, which is the most unforgettable thing for me. At this point, I will graduate from primary school and become a junior high school student. Six years of friendship will end in the hot summer. Last semester in the sixth grade, when we played together on campus, the students were as usual. But I think everyone will have a little heart. After all, we studied together for six years. We haven't met in the first grade, and now we are on good terms. We never cared about each other in the first grade, and we still don't want to be apart. We have experienced summer after summer together, and we are all used to smiling, except this summer.

At the beginning of the school year, all the students are sending their records and asking for their contact information. I am no exception. It's been two months since school started. We filmed graduation photo. On that day, the students all burst into graduation photo's brightest smile. Graduation photo is our only photo. It is also the only thing that people miss. Graduation photo sent it down to show that we will say goodbye soon.

The students carefully wrote graduation photo into the class record, fearing that they might accidentally break the record. I believe that with this parting, the students learned to cherish everyone around them and cherish every minute of studying and fighting together. One weekend, some friends and I came to the school gate. We don't smile as we used to. We are even more reluctant to give up and cherish love. We sat on the playground, looked at the teaching building and talked about us. Cry together, make together, laugh together, and idolize together. But after this summer, I'm afraid not. A cool breeze blew from the playground and we shed tears. Although we are all looking forward to junior high school life, tears welled up in our eyes at the thought that our classmates who have been together for six years will soon be separated. Back in the classroom, many people wrote on the table, it's getting late, we're not leaving. In this way, an exam distracted a group of people, but it didn't distract our hearts.

Another year of graduation season composition 9

When the exam bell rang, cheers broke out in the classroom of our class because we graduated! In the depressed three years of middle school life, our accumulated grievances broke out instantly. Many times, you don't need words, just a look, and everyone can feel each other's joy.

After the exam, we cried and told each other that it was not easy. Facing the coming high school life, we are more of a longing for the future and excited to leave junior high school. I don't know who shouted: "The Chinese teacher is coming!" Everyone miraculously didn't shut up, but the voice was a little lower than before. We have no choice. This time is different. Maybe before graduation, we will shut up when we hear the teacher coming. But now that we have graduated, we don't have much resentment about whether the teacher will come or not. The Chinese teacher heard our chatter and didn't make any noise. After a few minutes, the teacher seemed unable to stand it, and said crossly, "The whole class took out a small test paper for me! Now give me a quiz! " The whole class was stunned. Did you graduate or take the exam? We have no choice but to take out the small test paper angrily and wait for the teacher's next article. "Give me the names of all the students and teachers in my class! Copy it wrong for me a hundred times! " We were silent, and at that time no one retorted. We all took out our pens and brushed our notebooks, and some people even had a little red eyes. Yes, we have been complaining about our school life, but we have forgotten our friendship. Who can be ruthless? It is said that parting is the hardest. At this time, we deeply understood that we were laughing at each other and playing with each other. But now this time has passed.

In the next few days, the whole class was overjoyed, perhaps because they didn't regret their junior high school life, and students who didn't usually have a good relationship also frolicked with each other. The English class representative also specially collected an English reading book by Zhang Wen about the graduation season.

I hope we can remember our friendship after we leave.