Graduation composition

In the day-to-day study, work or life, everyone has tried to write essays. With the help of essays, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below are the graduation essays I collected for everyone. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Graduation Composition 1

The years just passed before my eyes, laughter and tears, doubts and stubbornness... Then suddenly one day, I looked back and realized that the child I once had had grown up.

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May cannot hold back the pace of time. The process of life is going on too hastily, and all the endings are not yet expected. June has arrived, covering up May’s still hazy eyes. The sunshine in early summer scatters countless dust, in the season of light flowers blooming. Start preparing for life in June. In June, I began to face the approaching graduation from elementary school.

My parents started nagging me that I was about to graduate and go to junior high school. The word future suddenly seemed far away. Which song has been singing, my future is not a dream, but when I lower my head and look carefully at the palm of my hand, the future is still just a gorgeous, distant and illusory dream. The lines in the palm are entangled, extending from the lines at this moment, with no end in sight.

A long time ago, time told me that we are all good children and good buddies, we will live and die together, and we will thrive together even if we go to hell. After a long, long time, we are finally graduating. Time is passing, I am leaving, and all my friends are leaving. It will no longer be possible to live together.

Peter Pan still has the same face that has matured and his heart has lines. In the woods where the setting sun shines, all the friends who graduated together meet to talk. All the tears have settled into a mature mentality. Goodbye, not never see you again.

There is a line in "Ashes of Time": When you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is to make yourself not forget it. But at this moment, I just want to remember what can be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Is this so there won't be too much sadness. All the past of youth is wrapped around the fingers, but it is just a pity. If I had known that I was in such a hurry, if I had known that I would face so many confusions after graduation, I should have cut the time into fireworks and burned out all the prosperity in an instant. Don't do this. There will be too much regret of wasting time intermittently.

There is still a road ahead and life always goes on. June is here and we are graduating. What should end will end, and the past will pass, so be it.

The beginning is beginning, the unfinished is being completed, face everything with a grateful heart. In the season of blooming flowers, the departing figures take away the laughter we once had. Graduation is just the beginning of another kind of beauty. Graduation Essay 2

Our Ferris wheel has stopped. We have spent more than a thousand days and nights in exchange for a broader learning world in high school, but why do we still miss the spring in the grid?

Ah, let’s take a walk around the campus again...

The kapok tree always blooms when freshmen arrive and when old students live their whole lives, full of bright red and scorching flowers. It seems that the youth we sacrificed with sweat and blood is gone forever. Someone's name is engraved under the tree, promising "eternal friendship", but they still don't understand how extravagant a lifelong agreement is. We once held hands and talked freely about our concerns, but it may not be as good as holding a suitcase at the school gate. You walked to the right and I walked to the left.

The playground has quieted down. Where are the shouts and cheers from the past classmates stored? The rainwater frozen in secret drips along the veins of the leaves. How many things are on your mind that you haven’t had time to share? How many formulas are there that have not yet been written down? How many faces are there that we haven’t had time to remember? With a "click", the dull smile on the graduation photo brought everything to an incomplete end.

At this moment, there is only some vague and sticky web wrapped around the heart. Does the seating chart on the classroom podium become the password to unlock the door? How much joy and fear have been stolen from us by the "pranks" under the teacher's nose? How many playground dreams have we buried under the thick wall of books? Cut your background into a window grille and stick it on your heart, my friend, will you still be forgotten? When the memory is gradually bleached and smoothed by the years, will I never be able to call your name again?

The food we have been scolding for three years has become so delicious that we have become accustomed to it. In order to eat chicken feet, can we be allowed to jump in line? Wonderful TV programs are always turned off at the climax. With a burst of boos, the crowd gradually disperses and disappears in circles. Are the aunts and uncles in the cafeteria still treating the next generation of students so rudely? Why do I still remember their tenderness when I was given an extra bowl of seaweed soup one day?

……

It’s over, it’s over, is it time to leave?

The kite will always fly far, but its thread ends will remain on the ground; the smoke will always fly far, but its source will remain in the house; we will always fly far, but our footprints will remain in our alma mater The theater...

We shouldn’t be sad because we are growing.

At that moment, we really graduated.

Graduation Essay 3

"Wow -" Looking at my hat "missing" again, I sighed in my heart, "This is really a difficult move!"

This is the day for the whole class to take graduation photos, and we specially hired a photographer to pose for the photos. However, the action of "jumping and throwing the hat" seems to be deliberately trying to get in trouble with us. After practicing several times, there are always "stumbling blocks" coming out of the way.

When the photographer shook his head again, my heart was filled with disappointment and eagerness. When I tried again, as the command "one, two, three" sounded, I pushed my legs hard on the ground, raised my hands quickly, and hooked my legs at the same time. The hat in my hand passed through my "Hercules Palm" and was already Flying to "Beyond the Sky", I felt like I was flying, letting my hair dance in the air, but I didn't forget to pose like a "scissorhands from the 1970s" and showed a bright smile to the camera.

Maybe God was moved by our continuous efforts, and we miraculously completed the best shooting. Next, we "instantly changed clothes" and easily completed the group video and group photos. The boys and girls divided into two groups. As a member of the girls' team, I never forget to put on the most beautiful poses with my sisters.

We stood at the sunflower wall and voluntarily divided into four groups. In the middle of each wall was our shelter. When the camera was pointed at us, modesty was completely forgotten, and there were only three words left in my mind - grab the camera! I was the tallest in the group, but at the same time I was pushed to the back because of it. When taking the photo, all I could see was a pair of hands doing POSS, and there was absolutely no room for my “face”! Thinking of this, I suddenly felt an unprecedented motivation in my heart - there must be a place for me next time!

The camera turned around and came back. Taking advantage of my height, I stood at a high place, but was quickly covered by the hands of the two classmates in front of me raised above my head. There is a saying that "If you are not tall enough, you have to stand on tiptoe to make it up." But my current situation is: "If you stand on tiptoe to make it up, it is still not enough." I was a little anxious, so I had to seek medical treatment in a hurry. I took advantage of every opportunity and saw an empty position. I didn't care about anything and moved my position as fast as light. I have to say that this was really "effective". I successfully stole the spotlight. Although the process was a bit "thrilling", the result was still satisfactory.

The entire morning of shooting included laughter, disappointment, and frustrations. But I believe that every smile and every gesture I make is to leave the best memories. Alma mater, we promise to meet again in 6 years! Graduation Essay 4

What does graduation mean? It means that we have ended a learning journey, it means that we have gained enough knowledge, and it also means that we are growing step by step.

With the arrival of the new semester, we have entered the last semester of the third year of junior high school, and the word graduation is not far away from us. Junior high school students like me, are you ready for the moment of graduation?

We are about to graduate. Before we actually graduate, we cannot relax at all in our studies, because victory always belongs to those who persist. Every time I talk about graduation, my heart will be more or less sad. The sadness is mixed with my reluctance to leave the campus, the classmates and teachers who have fought together. However, these reluctances in my heart are often diluted from time to time during the intense preparations for war. It is only when people fall asleep quietly in the dead of night that these reluctances come flooding back.

We are about to graduate. Every time I think of this sentence, my heart will unconsciously let the memory go back. Back when I first entered middle school, I yearned for middle school life. I am full of novelty and admiration for the environment on campus, and I am familiar with the strangers on campus.

However, time passed very quickly. Unknowingly, time took such a big step, as if it only took one step to cross from the starting point to the end within reach. In the past, I often said that time flies so fast, but I never took it seriously. It is only now, on the eve of graduation, that I can truly feel in my heart how time flies.

But fortunately, I have gained a lot in this passing time. I have made a lot of friends, learned a lot of knowledge, and left a legacy in my mind. Lots of great memories. All these things I have gained have become the most precious things in my heart.

I am about to graduate, and the most important task at the moment is still to pick up the pen and sprint towards my goal. Graduation Essay 5

As graduation approaches, the flowers and plants on campus are still so familiar, and the teachers and classmates who get along day and night are still so harmonious.

Looking at everything on campus, I can’t help but recall the scene when I was in first grade. Those confused eyes and happy smiles are still lingering in my mind...

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Dear teachers, I want to say to you, thank you for sowing beautiful seeds in my young mind. I remember one time, my grades were very bad. This made me hit the bottom all of a sudden. No matter how my classmates tried to persuade me, I still refused to extricate myself from the bottomless abyss. "Why is this happening?" I asked myself again and again, filled with regret.

At this time, the teacher stood up and said, "Grades don't mean anything. As long as you work hard in the process, it's enough. Isn't it?" This sentence immediately made me stunned - are grades the only thing I have to do? goal? Are scores really the lifeblood? In the future growth path, whenever I encounter failure, I will always think of these meaningful words of the teacher. Here I sincerely express my gratitude to all the teachers. Thank you for your meticulous care and care for me over the past six years!

My classmates, in the past six years, we have endured many ups and downs together, including the joy of success and the tears of failure. I remember one time, I didn’t bring an umbrella and I was very anxious after school. Just when I was in doubt and had no way out, it was you who gave me hope. At that time, tears welled up in my eyes. For six years, when I encountered difficulties, it was you who gave me a helping hand; when I succeeded, it was you who congratulated me; when I failed, you encouraged me. It is you who make me sail with confidence again.

As graduation approaches, I will work harder and redouble my efforts to repay my alma mater, teachers, and parents with the best results! Here, I want to say goodbye! Dear Alma Mater; Goodbye! Hard-working "gardener"; farewell! Students who get along day and night. I will remember your voice and smile in my heart! Graduation Composition 6

Our Ferris wheel has stopped. We have spent more than a thousand days and nights in exchange for a broader learning world in junior high school, but why do we still miss the spring in the grid?

Ah, let’s take a walk around the campus again...

The kapok tree always opens when new students arrive and when old students graduate. It seems that the youth we sacrificed with sweat and blood is gone forever. Someone's name is engraved under the tree, promising "eternal friendship", but they still don't understand how extravagant a lifelong agreement is. We once held hands and talked freely about our concerns, but it may not be as good as holding a suitcase at the school gate. You walked to the right and I walked to the left.

The playground has quieted down. Where are the shouts and cheers from the past classmates stored? The rainwater frozen in secret drips along the veins of the leaves. How many things are on your mind that you haven’t had time to share? How many formulas are there that have not yet been written down? How many faces are there that we haven’t had time to remember? With a "click", the dull smile on the graduation photo brought an incomplete end to everything.

At this moment, there is only some vague and sticky web wrapped around the heart. Does the seating chart on the classroom podium become the password to unlock the door? How much joy and fear have been stolen from us by the "pranks" under the teacher's nose? How many playground dreams have we buried under the thick wall of books? Cut your background into a window grille and stick it on your heart, my friend, will you still be forgotten? When the memory is gradually bleached and smoothed by the years, will I never be able to call your name again? The food we have been scolding for three years has become so delicious that we have become accustomed to it. In order to eat chicken feet, can we be allowed to jump in line? Wonderful TV programs are always turned off at the climax. With a burst of boos, the crowd gradually disperses and disappears in circles. Are the aunts and uncles in the cafeteria still treating the next generation of students so rudely? Why do I still remember their tenderness when I was given an extra bowl of seaweed soup one day?

……

It’s over, it’s over, is it time to leave?

The kite will always fly far, but its threads will remain on the ground; the smoke will always fly far, but its source will remain in the house; we will always fly far, but our footprints will remain in our alma mater The theater...

We shouldn’t be sad, because we are growing.

At that moment, we really graduated. Graduation Composition 7

Where are they? Are they still open? Just like this, we are going to walk out of the primary school gate in the kapok season.

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Our Ferris wheel has stopped, two thousand one hundred and ninety-one days and nights, in exchange for the update of junior high school. The vast world of learning, why do you still miss the spring of Gezi?

Hey, let’s take another walk in the school

The playground has quieted down, with the shouts, cheers and cheers of the classmates in the past. Where are the "pop" sounds of table tennis, the "dong dong" sound of playing basketball, the "swish" sound of playing football, and the laughter of playing together? The densely frozen rain drips down the veins of the leaves. How many worries are yet to be told; how many grievances are yet to be confided; how many mathematical formulas are yet to be remembered; how many new words are yet to come. Discord is written silently; how many faces have yet to be remembered? Listening to the "click" sound, the sixty-six smiling faces on the graduation photo seemed to be just to draw an unsatisfactory and imperfect ending.

The classroom became quiet. In the past, the sounds of classmates scrambling to answer questions, the sounds of hoping that the teacher would let him or her answer a certain question, and the sounds of arguing about questions and studying together were collected again at this time. Where have you been? The computer room was quiet. Where were the screams from the students that would have made Teacher Wei furious in the past when they saw fun games or scary pictures?

It’s over, it’s over, it’s time to leave, right?

The kite will always fly far away, but its thread will remain on the ground; the smoke will always fly away, but its source will remain in the house; the sun will always fly away, but its origin will remain in the house. into space; we will always fly far away, but our footprints will remain in the theater of our alma mater

The swallows have gone, but they will come again; the willows have withered, but they will be green again; the peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. time; but tell me, wise man, why are our days gone forever? Reading "Hurry" by Zhu Ziqing, I once again felt the rush of time passing by. Time is like water, escaping like flying. Time flies like an arrow, and the sun flies like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, six years of time are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze; like mist, evaporated by the early sun. I have also grown from a naive child to a sixth grade student. He grew up from a child who only knew how to cry loudly to a young man who is knowledgeable and courteous.

We shouldn’t be sad because we are growing.

At that moment, we graduated. Graduation Essay 8

Recalling my time in elementary school, time flies so fast! In the blink of an eye, I will be leaving my alma mater.

Look now, my mother is anxious for me to be admitted to a key junior high school. She really hopes that her daughter will become a phoenix. Immediately afterwards, my mother found many teachers and asked me to take tutoring. So when weekends came, she would take me to the cram school. Before leaving, she would repeatedly tell me to study hard and listen to the teacher... On Saturdays, if I wanted to sleep in, there was no way. If you want to watch TV or play on the computer in the afternoon, there are no windows this time. All day long, I was immersed in the sea of ??Mathematical Olympiad questions, chewing through the mountains of exercises. By 9pm, I could finally go home and have a good night's sleep. But who knew that teachers are so responsible. On the second day, the simulation papers came one after another, no, it should be one after another, and the difficulty increased step by step, for fear of missing anything.

I went back to school and asked my classmates. I didn’t expect that there was a mother who was more strict than my mother. It’s true that there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the mountains. For example, classmate A! He told me that I would go to the Chinese tutoring class on Saturday morning, and then go to the math tutoring class in the afternoon. When he gets home in the evening, he has to make some "food" carefully selected by his mother - a few exercises. Not until you want to fall asleep. On Sunday morning, go to the Mathematical Olympiad class. I do my homework in the afternoon and only have 30 minutes to watch TV in the evening. After listening to this, I could only pat him on the shoulder and say, "My condolences."

When I got home, my mother told me to bear with it for another month! As long as I get into "XX Middle School", I will be able to relax. I think it's true: "You must endure hardships to become a great person!" I am on the school volleyball team, and practicing volleyball is even more stressful. Why do you say nervous? You see, when you come to the gym, you first have 10 to 15 minutes of serving practice. After that, it’s either playing games, practicing spiking, or something else. Finally, there is physical training. Among them are leapfrog, side movement, fast running and so on. This is the time that everyone fears the most. Sometimes even teachers can’t bear these exercises.

Graduation is about to take place. Looking back on the six years of life that I am about to leave behind, I still feel a little reluctant to leave. Graduation Composition 9

It’s almost over. I don’t know how everyone feels and feels at this time. Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting, and I wonder if I can use such an ancient word here. Fortunately, there are still more than ten days before death, so my mood is not particularly chaotic, and I don’t feel speechless and choked. There are gradually more people around, waiting for the collective announcement of the end of the undergraduate program

In the blink of an eye, the semester is coming to an end again. This semester is so special. It is different from the usual seven students who have gone away. of. any one. This semester is so special. You don’t have to go to class. You don’t have to worry about whether the teacher is reading your name when you skip class and sleep in. You don’t have to wake up and quickly wash up and rush out of the classroom and then tiptoe with a guilty look on your face. Enter through the back door and don’t have to frantically endorse at the end of the semester.

It’s almost over like this. I don’t know how everyone feels and feels at this time. Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting. I wonder if I can use such an ancient word here. Fortunately, there are still more than ten days before death, so my mood is not particularly chaotic, and I don’t feel speechless and choked. There were gradually more people around, waiting to collectively announce the end of their undergraduate studies.

It’s really almost over, and I still have a little time to stay here at the university, where I reflect on the past four years, and reflect on the four years when I didn’t improve at any time. Four years of laziness, four years of inaction, four years of ignorance and extremeness, four years of... . . Of course, I will never forget the turbulent years when I fought side by side with you, reading, journal reading room, classroom 201, etc., everything is vividly present. How I wish Father Time could go back four years so that I can start over and regain the things I missed that I should be able to gain, and also allow me to selectively and decisively give up some things that are unrealistic.

No more fantasies, no more dreams, a new beginning is getting closer and closer to me, everyone is like this, whether working or studying in graduate school, how many people will leave their lives in the next ten days or so? Nanjing in the year. Four years of rich and colorful college life, I believe it will give you more or less aftertaste in your future life. . . In ten more days, it will be the real day of farewell. I believe that the past unhappiness, past prejudice, and past disharmony will disappear among everyone, because this is a day of farewell. I sincerely hope that every brother and sister who is about to graduate can finally leave campus and Nanjing happily, without taking away any regrets or sadness. Graduation Composition 10

In June, it is misty and rainy; in June, the lotus flowers are fragrant; in June, the weeping willows are flying. In June, although the scenery is beautiful and poetic, there are more tears of farewell and forced smiles of farewell. As a sixth grader who is about to graduate and a primary school student who is about to go to junior high school and start a new learning journey, I deeply feel the separation.

A few days ago, the teacher handed out a brochure of graduation photos. I did not open it, but put it in my school bag.

When I got home, I sat on the sofa and took out my graduation photo. On the cover, there was a little girl with two pigtails, a doctor's hat and a doctor's uniform smiling sweetly. I touched it gently with my hand, remembering that the last time I wore a doctoral uniform was when I graduated from kindergarten. I thought about it and opened the booklet.

The second page is our group photo. The teachers were sitting in the middle, and a group of girls and boys in school uniforms surrounded the teachers. I still remember that every time after the final exam, the teachers would take a few photos of us. In a blink of an eye, the teacher actually had a few white hairs, and we also became taller.

As I scrolled down, photos of our classmates began to appear. Several good friends held hands, sat on the steps, lay on the lawn, smiled and faced the photographer, and the photographer quickly recorded our smiles. Time was frozen in that moment, and our smiles became eternal memories.

One photo and one smile were printed on the paper. Unknowingly, a thick photo album turned to the last page. Thinking back to the happy times spent with my classmates: Children's Day, New Year's Day, sports games... I ran my fingers across the photos, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, dripping between my fingers.

The road of life has been paved, the blueprint of life has begun to be planned, the sailing ship of life has set sail, and I, together with my classmates, are running with all my strength on the road of life. Although we are about to part, our friendship will last forever.

The sun slanted in from the window, and I stood up firmly: Although the sunset has set, the sun of life has just risen. Let us take parting as a new starting point and run to our side with all our strength. Dream in your heart! Graduation Composition 11

Today I left my alma mater, this place that once made me happy and sad, and the grassland where we played when we were children. Leaving here means we say goodbye to our childhood, to that carefree, innocent and happy childhood. Looking at the towering pine tree, I remembered how many tears I had shed beside it because I was separated into classes in sixth grade and had to leave my dear friends and my amiable teacher Xiao. At that time, I wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. I hated this place, I hated it. Why did we have to separate classes in school and separate our close friends? Although we can still see each other, it seems that we have They have become strangers, and it seems that something is missing. Maybe they don't see each other often. This sincere friendship gradually disappears with the changes of time. I really want to leave here early. But today I am leaving, but I am not happy. Maybe it is because I have so many wonderful memories here. From today on, I am no longer a student of Yifu Primary School. From today on, I am no longer a student of Class 1, Grade 6. After that, I will go to a new school, face all the new things, and meet the emblem of the league. Summoning, thinking of this, tears moistened my eyes for some reason. Finally, I used a little poem I wrote to bid farewell to my primary school life: Time has brought us to this paradise of youth. Unknowingly, your faces are imprinted in my heart. Those casual laughter, I used to look at the present every day. Which direction are you going with the familiar footsteps? Goodbye, dear alma mater! Ideals and beliefs gather here, dreams and emotions blend here, more than a thousand days and nights are spent studying hard, and the time of hard work and progress is frozen here.

Alma mater, I wish you a better future! Goodbye, dear teacher! It is you who made us become the teenagers we are now from ignorant children. I will never forget your Chun Chun teachings, 'The spring silkworms will die only when they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up.' Your nurturing grace, I will Always in my heart! Goodbye, dear classmates! We are here together bathing in the sunshine of knowledge. We grow up together under the same blue sky, learn knowledge together, play and have fun together. When you say goodbye, please bring my best wishes and say, "Take care of me, my friend!"