Go back to primary school and write a composition on the topic.

1. Write a composition about going back to school. A summer vacation passed quickly, and we returned to the campus.

Every grass and tree on campus once again appeared in front of my eyes. We haven't seen each other for two months. How have you been these two months? The pomegranate tree standing in the middle of the campus is the first old friend I want to visit.

Ah, pomegranate tree, I haven't seen you for two months, and you are still so tall and straight. Every morning, you will still stand in the middle of the campus to welcome us.

After such a long time, we have all changed, only you are still the same. Everything in this campus, which is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: hello, lush grass! How tenacious your vitality is. Autumn withers and spring grows again.

Hello, tall and straight poplar! Do you stand slim all day and look at our beautiful campus? Hello, tall banana tree! Your big banana leaves are really useful! Summer can also keep out the sun for us and make us cooler! Hello, beautiful and fragrant gardenia! Every year in early summer, you will bloom gardenias, and the fragrance of gardenias makes some people want to pick you back. Smelling your intoxicating breath every morning will make you feel refreshed! The last friend I want to visit is the little fish in the pond.

Hello, lovely fish! You are happy in this clear pond! Every morning, as soon as I get up, I can breathe fresh air, so Yang Can plays freely. At noon, many students will come to feed you, and you will eat in groups. It looks fun.

I will come to see you every time I pass the pond. It seems that I have forged a deep friendship with you. Ah, it's good to be back at school! You can see these flowers and fish again.

2. Write a composition with the theme of returning to your alma mater.

Time flies, time flies, it seems that in the blink of an eye, I have gone from a primary school graduate to this vast world, becoming a successful person and a person who has contributed to this world. After 20 years of ups and downs, I returned to my primary school alma mater as if I had left yesterday. ...

Facing the rising sun, I strolled and enjoyed the morning glow. Walking, I came to my alma mater Jinsong No.3 Primary School, which raised me for six years.

I walked to the school gate, watching the innocent smiles of those children and listening to their laughter, as if I were a child again. I stepped into the campus gently and paced slowly in this economic campus. Beautiful and delicate flowers are blooming, and the air is filled with attractive fragrance. Looking at the teaching building again, it seems that it is still a place I am familiar with. I was about to visit my teacher when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"What is it, Maggie Cheung?"

I slowly turned around and looked up. Oh, my God! A kind and familiar face. I am particularly familiar with that face, but I can't remember where I have seen it at the moment. I searched this face carefully in my memory. Suddenly, I asked in a trembling voice, "Miss Hou?"

"Yes!" Seeing the teacher's smiling face and hearing the teacher's voice, I seem to have returned to 20 years ago. I hurried over to hug the teacher, and then went back to the building, chatting about the past bit by bit.

"20 years! You children have now become a part of society and made some achievements in your career. As your teacher, I am really happy and proud of your success! But speaking of it, 20 years ago, you were still graduates here, or a group of children who knew nothing. Now ... "The teacher sighed and gently wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Twenty years of ups and downs, everything has changed! Let's say school, it's changed so much! But I can also find a familiar feeling in it. Every corner here has left a deep memory for me ... "After that, I talked with my teacher for a long time and talked about the sad course of these years. Walking in the corridor, looking at those lovely children, there is always an unspeakable feeling in my heart, lamenting the hasty passage of time.

I left when the last ray of sunshine shone on the ground of my alma mater. I looked back at the school I had left for a long time, turned around reluctantly, and walked along the road, along the way home that year. My back is particularly lonely against the setting sun. As I walked, I recalled the memory books of these years until the last sunset was swallowed up by darkness. ...

3. If I write a composition with the theme of returning to primary school life, my six-year primary school life has been sealed by the dust of time. I am eager to make this beautiful memory last forever, because I am afraid that one day this beautiful memory will be washed away by the running water of time.

So, I wrote it here. Yesterday's campus, everything was vivid, and the tears that failed to live up to expectations fell drop by drop. It seems that the old man took me back to that year.

I remember that on the first day of school, I was dragged to school by my mother with a schoolbag on her back early, and I met many strange children. Until today, these children have become my classmates in primary school for 6 years. We cried and laughed together and walked together for six years. Remember our first exam.

One day six years ago, the teacher handed out test papers to let us take the exam. At that time, I was immersed in happiness and had to pretend to be ill to avoid the exam. I really hope there is no exam at school, so that time can stay at the moment when I play with my classmates.

Clay figurines, swings, eagles catching chickens. How happy I am! I remember our first spring outing.

Although I just took a walk with dry food, I still remember it vividly. We talked and laughed on the road, and because of this activity, I fell in love with spring outing.

But time flies, six years have passed in a blink of an eye. My primary school life is coming to an end, so goodbye to my beloved alma mater. In your arms, we have become sensible from ignorance.

Today, we are proud of you, and tomorrow, you will feel honored for us. Goodbye, dear teacher, the spring rain dyed the world green, but I disappeared into the soil.

Teacher, you are the spring rain in our hearts, and we will always thank you. Goodbye, dear classmates, when we wave goodbye, I will never forget our friendship. Please bring my best wishes, remember every day and night we are together, and let our friendship last forever.

Goodbye, my unforgettable primary school life.

The sunlight shines through the window. Look carefully, there is a layer of dust on the table. As soon as the sun goes, the dust disappears. There is no wind, but why don't those children come out to play badminton? I stayed at the window, listening to the sound of planes passing through the roof and looking at the passing scenery through the window.

-Inscription.

The empty yard, under the baptism of years, has become old and weak. More or less cracks on the silvery white ground have already been covered by weeds, even if there is no spring rain or east wind. The crumbling fence, I don't know when a triangular tip collapsed, and the stones stood out, so I couldn't see the elegance of that year. The eaves of the main hall are covered with sparkling spider silk, one wrapped around the other, like several cycles of fate. The ranking of ancestors is still on the incense table, and the bright fonts of the past have long been blurred. There are also some residents living in a barren world next to bricks.

When I first set foot in this yard, I had mixed feelings in my heart. I just can't tell whether it's bitter or happy. Or bittersweet. Memories are always choppy when they are most painful, but they come to an abrupt end when we think they are endless. I was not so excited that I fainted. I just squatted down quietly and remembered.

I remember it for the first time. Compared with now, the difference between clouds and mud. There is only an ugly crack in the high white wall and snow-white ground. At that time, we always laughed at and trampled on it. Now, it is so kind. In the middle is the ancestral hall. Every time our ancestors died, we younger generations would cook and come here to worship. It will be very lively and my brother-in-law will come to play. Get together with adults, chat, and talk about home. In retrospect, it will be the day our children look forward to most. Later, because of the parting ceremony, it was no longer lively.

As time goes by, people change again. With the pace of the times, more and more people move to cities to live. I went there once, and I haven't contacted you since. We are the third family to move out of here, and we are still looking forward to this city. Happy and sad. We don't know what happened here later. It seems that many people have followed us! Yes, who wants to stay on this backward and lonely island? I came back here on my way to work.

Weeds are everywhere, and I can't find my way for a while. Wei Cao shook it gently, shaking it to yesterday, shaking it to you and me. At that time, I got up early every morning and then went to school with a big bag on my back. Then, at sunset, I walked home again. When summer comes, the big guys will take out badminton. At that time, everyone's skills were good. A ball comes and a ball goes, but the player is not so good, and the spectator's neck hurts. I once won the second place in a badminton competition. It is undoubtedly the saddest and most unwilling thing for me to leave here without winning the first place. Thinking, an exciting scene reappeared.

The house where grandma once lived is the best preserved here now. On the already unbearable wall, I still wrote "I still love you". Yes, I still love you. Pushing open the door is not as broken as expected. I moved there after grandma died. The desk where I am studying is still there quietly. I seem to believe that one day, I will come back to see him. My heart is cold, and before I know it, tears have fallen. Through the transparent window, I looked at the lost scenery outside, and through the roof, I heard the sound of the plane again.

I seem to see the flying badminton again, the group of children returning from school. The adults sat together, talking and laughing, and the crackle of ridicule.

-Postscript.

Time is still there, but we are flying.

If I can go back to primary school, time flies, and the sun and the moon fly. In a blink of an eye, six years is like a wisp of light smoke, blown away by the breeze; Like a mist, it was evaporated by Chu Yang. I also changed from an ignorant child to a sixth-grade student. Zhu Ziqing, a famous writer, wrote: For more than 8,000 days, have I ever left a gossamer trace? Yes! What have I done in these four thousand days?

If I can be a primary school student again, I must learn English and Chinese well. I remember once, my mother and I were shopping in the store and saw a young man speaking fluent English, but I stayed by for a long time and didn't recognize any flowers. Just as I was in a daze, a little girl, probably only in grade three or four, came out of the crowd, translating the English spoken by the young man. I just know the meaning of this young man's language. If I learn English well, I can't understand what he said, and I don't have to be ashamed (why should I be ashamed)? Chinese is also one of my regrets in the past six years. I always envy my classmates when they write compositions in the composition class (Youth Palace). The good times of my classmates flowed like running water, and I thought for a long time without a clue.

If I can be a primary school student again, I will get better grades in sports. Whenever I see my classmates at the school sports meeting, I always say to myself: If only I were as good as them! But I didn't pay attention to sports before, and I could only watch it when I got to the playground. As long as I can turn back the clock, I will get up every morning to do exercise and exercise well, and strive to do well in the next exam!

More than 4,000 days have slipped away from me, and regret is always a regret and can never be made up. But in the future, I will seize every minute and not let myself leave more regrets.

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6. Write a model essay on the topic "If I can be a pupil again": If I can be a pupil again, time and tide wait for no one.

Six years passed in the blink of an eye, and before I tasted anything, I passed by myself, leaving only some vague bits and pieces of memories, but only residual fragments. If I can be a pupil again, I will definitely savor the ups and downs of these six years. I will turn them into treasures, keep them in the treasure house of my memory, and never let them be lost.

If I can be a pupil again, the first thing I want to learn is to cherish. Six years ago, I only knew about fighting, but I didn't realize that everything around me was so beautiful.

Time flies, six years have passed, only to know that everything around me is so precious and I really want to keep it, but when I want to cherish it, I find that time can't stay. Separation always comes so quickly, so I have to learn to cherish and know how to cherish. If you give me another chance, I will seize everything around me and not let it slip away.

If I can become a primary school student again, my second job is to make up for it. In these six years, I forgot and did so many wrong things that I couldn't even imagine. So I will make up for my mistakes, make my six years more perfect, let me have no regrets after graduation, only six years of pride, six years of satisfaction and six years of happiness, make up for the vacancy and make my six years of life complete. If I can do better, I am willing to be a primary school student all my life.

If I can be a primary school student again, the third thing I will do is to change. Doraemon's time opportunity takes Daxiong back to the past and sees the future.

However, everything you see is doomed to Daxiong's future. Only by changing the present can you change the future. Then, if I can be a student again, I must change what happened to me.

Don't let my future be doomed, because it will make my six years better. Perhaps learning to change will make my life full of more accidents.

If I can be a pupil again, the last thing I want to do is not to be separated. I hope to be with my former teachers and classmates forever and never separate.

What I want to cherish is to cherish my former classmates; What I want to make up for is to make up for my unhappiness with my classmates better; What I want to change is to change my friendship with my classmates and make me more harmonious with all my classmates. Because of them, my six-year primary school life will be more colorful, happier and more unforgettable. I believe that if there were no former teachers and classmates, I would definitely not like being a primary school student any more.

If I am a student again, I hope my life will be more exciting than now.

7. Returning to Campus Composition [Returning to Campus Composition] "Today, the weather is sunny and beautiful everywhere. I am returning to campus composition." I sang songs and went back to this school that worried me. After leaving this summer vacation, I especially miss my classmates. Even so, my heart is heavy. When I returned to the classroom and saw Miss Zhang after a long separation, I really wanted to rush to her and give her a good hug. But thinking that Mr. Zhang's thin body may not be able to bear the huge weight gain in recent months, I still didn't do it. Grandma Luo, whom I haven't seen for two months, seems to be rejuvenated and radiant again. I promised my mother that I would let her go home and get her luggage after dinner outside the school, and write the composition "Back to School" in the sixth grade of primary school. Time seems to pass quickly during this period. After I let my mother go, I felt that the school had not changed. After crying, I remembered that I was a sixth-grade student, not a little boy who knew nothing before. I should stand up again, not like last semester! I am who I am, and I can't lose to others! So, I started my beautiful life at school. In 2004, Xiao Hong from Class Four, Grade Six returned to school with a 350-word composition.

8. Dream of entering xx school and write a composition of 1000 words on the topic. There is a rope in the middle, and many rings are tied to the rope. The children seized the ring and went out to the society. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, she presents different elegance and harmony at different times. Walking on the tree-lined path, there will be gray magpies passing by from time to time, only the peace and harmony between nature and soul, and the oily child exudes a strong fragrance. Although the petals have withered, they decorate the campus landscape with the most beautiful appearance, and they fall on the lawn for a leisurely walk, not afraid of people approaching. Sophora japonica has been in bloom for more than a month without knowing it. Oh, my hometown should also be fragrant with Sophora japonica flowers and full of children and grandchildren. This is a child, a student and a teacher who earnestly said that "medical students just have to endure loneliness and suffer" and need to pay a lot.

"Look out of the window and see the flowers blooming and falling in front of the door."

The lilacs that bloom in front of the teaching building are always fragrant, which makes people stop to look for petals that can make their dreams come true. But on the tree-lined path, will the spring breeze sow quietly? Wow, there is a whole lawn over there! Weak branches and leaves are swaying in the wind, and petals are blinking at you like stars in the sky on the green background. There are always girls who love flowers quietly pick one or two bunches back, but they always look away from the road, and their black eyes look around, dotted with flowery artistic conception.

The campus is very quiet, and there are no people coming and going on the road, just like a holiday. The children who came back from school laughed and played by the rockery fountain. Occasionally, I can see a group of kindergarten children passing by, and a wisp of homesickness can't help overflowing my heart.

There are some yellow wild flowers in the open space on the roadside, which give people around them a thick shade. Indeed, it is the peach garden for medical students and the elderly. Children who can't walk greet each other in a stroller with unique language, striving for the essence of knowledge. Seeing their figures, I think of more than just admiration for them. No matter where you look, what you see is quiet, harmonious and pink nature. Under her thick green color, she was full of curiosity about her surroundings, but beside the stone bench and table, she was a classmate who studied hard with a book. They are too involved and the society is complicated and changeable. I love this school.

I like walking alone on campus. The breeze brushed my face and gave me a fragrance, but it was different from the phoenix tree fragrance, light, more pleasant and talkative. Look at them. They are ruddy and amiable. Even the occasional children's frolic sound and the moment when classmates pass by after class can't distract them. And this is the most dynamic scenery on campus. Don't immerse yourself in the floating world and appreciate its little changes. When I get up in the morning, I feel so cute and naive, as tender and smooth as a child's skin, and sometimes I open my mouth and say something childish. I can't help laughing when I see these naive children. Two teachers in tandem, this is my campus, and they quickly integrated into it. I feel that this campus belongs to me and is crimson. The lawn next to the tree-lined path is covered with a layer of lavender phoenix flowers, which is a secular intrigue. The wrinkles on my forehead are full of wisdom and hardships of life, which makes me feel more peaceful and calm after my experience. I often walk around, breathing vanilla-scented soil. You don't need to know the name of the flower, just appreciate it with your heart. The campus is beautiful.

Take the central garden as the symmetry point, surrounded by quaint teaching buildings. The combination of Chinese and western architecture and towering trees is particularly tacit. The cornices, creaking wooden floors and white-haired professors tell the ancient vicissitudes and long history of the campus. And there are countless freely blooming flowers everywhere in the middle, white, which feels like returning to the age of innocence. Old people beat Tai Ji Chuan, take a walk, put them in books or bottles, and daydream.

In the morning after the rain, she gave me more inspiration and purification of my mind, edified my thoughts and cultivated my inner temperament, which made me face life and Little Square with a more peaceful attitude, and the aroma immediately permeated all around.

There are several maple trees full of green in the central garden. Following the fragrance of flowers, it turned out to be Sophora japonica scattered in the yard. I was slightly surprised to see clusters of all-white and slightly green Sophora japonica on the tree. Feel the freshness of the campus alone, let them accompany the campus in the four seasons of sunrise and sunset, and absorb the aura of nature.

9. Back-to-school composition [back-to-school composition]

"It's sunny today and there are beautiful scenery everywhere. I'm going back to school to write." I sang songs and went back to this school that worried me. After this summer vacation, I miss my classmates very much. Even so, my heart is heavy. When I came back to the classroom and saw Teacher Zhang after a long separation, I really wanted to rush up and give her a good hug, but I still didn't do it because I thought that Teacher Zhang's thin body might not make me gain weight in recent months. Grandma Luo, whom I haven't seen for two months, seems to be rejuvenated and radiant again. I told my mother that I would let her go home and get her luggage after dinner outside the school. The composition "Back to School" written in the sixth grade of primary school. During this period of time, it seems that time passes quickly. After I let my mother go, I felt that the school had not changed and the people had not changed. When I went back to the dormitory alone, I had a good cry, because I wanted to go back to school but I missed my mother, but I couldn't coexist! After crying, I remembered that I was a sixth-grade student, not a little boy who knew nothing before. I should stand up again, not like last semester! I am who I am, and I can't lose to others! So, I started my beautiful life at school. Xiao Hong, Class 4, Grade 6, returned to the campus with the words 165438+350 on October 20th, 2004.