Love your alma mater, show your elegance, and write a composition for Wen Jian Middle School.

I love my alma mater. I have been away from her for more than twenty years. But I often miss her. In countless nights and dreams. I love my alma mater, I love Hongqiao, I love weeping willows on the shore, and I love peach trees on the green lawn. I like that stream. ? I love my alma mater, Huimin Middle School. She is full of the care of the party and shows her love for the nation.

How many times? The waves of memory hit my heart. I want to vomit a song. I want to start writing and relax. How many times, the long river of memory brought me back to the day when I started school more than 20 years ago. ? At that time, I was a little childish. It was the headmaster and teachers who welcomed us into the school gate and showed us around the campus. Talk about the concern of the party and the government for minority students; Talk about the greening of the campus by the party and the government; Tell us that foreign friends from dozens of countries have been received here.

How many times have you been immersed in the happiness of school life? Never forget those teachers who devote themselves to education and give us vivid lectures; ? Will not forget those colorful after-school life; I will never forget that at the National Day Gala, teachers and students sang and danced together. I performed a Xinjiang dance.

Ah, my alma mater, you cultivated peaches and plums all over the sky. Now some of them are in the northeast, some are in Guilin, and some are in Anshan, all of whom are silently dedicated in their respective posts. Alma mater, you should be proud.

Ah, how many times, when I saw the registration of Huimin Middle School in the newspaper, I would jump with joy, because this is my alma mater and I am proud of her. How many times I went to my alma mater and saw tall buildings built on a neat campus. I saw Tibetan students attending classes, and I saw that my alma mater was more elegant after the reform. These are inseparable from the party's ethnic policy and the party's care.

Oh, how many times have I told my friends about my alma mater? I described it, I looked forward to it, and they listened. They were as crazy as me.

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