Please write a narrative of more than 600 words with the theme "When I met _______ again"

When I meet my classmates again

On this day when the sun is shining and the locust flowers are fragrant, our classmates from Class 62 gathered together for the last time in the playground of our alma mater and on the beach. superior.

From the time I entered school to now, the century-old tree beside me has grown for six more years. Each year seems to be a colorful picture album, recording school life and our stories. At this moment, my ears resounded with the sound of the books we read together, the laughter, the enthusiastic work, the arena where you chased me...

We once We are study partners, we are competitors on the court, and we are good classmates and good partners who play together every day off the court! ! ! As we wave goodbye, please bring my best wishes------I wish you peace!

The most precious gift you gave me--sincere friendship, I will treasure it in my heart forever.

The footprints of childhood are left on the campus. Every corner of our alma mater treasures our friendship and is engraved with our dreams.

Goodbye, dear classmates, we have sown the seeds of friendship into each other's hearts, and we grow together day and night. Please remember every minute, every hour, every day and night we are together, and let our friendship last forever! ! !

Goodbye, my classmates

Goodbye, my alma mater (when I see my alma mater again)

Graduation! Graduation! We really graduated! With sadness and happiness, we left the elementary school where we had lived for six years.

Happy because we have grown up and are about to enter middle school; sad because we are about to say goodbye to the classmates who play with me all day long, and wave goodbye to the teachers who care about me. Looking back at the elementary school that recorded our childhood, a feeling of reluctance welled up in my heart. Six years of time have passed by in a hurry, and I don’t know how many stars I have been intoxicated in the embrace of my alma mater. At this time, how can I wave my hand to erase this unbroken attachment?

The big banyan tree next to the playground watched us grow from innocence to knowledge, and watched us grow on campus. When I left school, I looked at the old banyan tree and remembered that scene again: When the weather was hot, after physical education class, we would all run to the shade of the banyan tree to enjoy the cool air. The lush branches and leaves of the banyan tree were selfless. It tolerates us and drives away the heat for us.

Before I left school, I felt that the school was not very good. Even though it was the same building, I always felt that my school was inferior. Today, the moment I left my alma mater, I suddenly felt that my alma mater had become bigger and enveloped me in it. It felt like leaving my own home to go to a foreign land. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of home. Two lines of hot tears rolled down. Not only me, but also the usually strong boys had red eyes.

However, there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. We had to wipe away our tears, waved our hands, walked backwards towards the school gate, and when we reached the school gate, we stopped involuntarily and looked around. Our alma mater seemed to be... Saying: "Go, children, the outside world is broader, go and show yourself!" We finally walked out of the school gate with heavy steps...

My beloved alma mater, no matter what school I go to in the future How beautiful, I will always remember you deep in my heart!

Goodbye, alma mater

Graduation! Graduation! We really graduated! With sadness and happiness, we left the elementary school where we had lived for six years.

Happy because we have grown up and are about to enter middle school; sad because we are about to say goodbye to the classmates who play with me all day long, and wave goodbye to the teachers who care about me. Looking back at the elementary school that recorded our childhood, a feeling of reluctance welled up in my heart. Six years of time have passed by in a hurry, and I don’t know how many stars I have been intoxicated in the embrace of my alma mater. At this time, how can I wave my hand to erase this unbroken attachment?

The big banyan tree next to the playground watched us grow from innocence to knowledge, and watched us grow on campus. When I left school, I looked at the old banyan tree and remembered that scene again: when the weather was hot, after every physical education class, we would all run to the shade of the banyan tree to enjoy the shade. The lush branches and leaves of the banyan tree were selfless. It tolerates us and drives away the heat for us.

Before I left school, I felt that the school was not very good. Even though it was the same building, I always felt that my school was inferior. Today, the moment I left my alma mater, I suddenly felt that my alma mater had become bigger and enveloped me in it. It felt like leaving my own home to go to a foreign land. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of home. Two lines of hot tears rolled down. Not only me, but also the usually strong boys had red eyes.

However, there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. We had to wipe away our tears, waved our hands, walked backwards towards the school gate, and when we reached the school gate, we stopped involuntarily and looked around. Our alma mater seemed to be... Saying: "Go, children, the outside world is broader, go and show yourself!" We finally walked out of the school gate with heavy steps...

My beloved alma mater, no matter what school I go to in the future How beautiful, I will always remember you deep in my heart!

Time flies by and flowers bloom and fall. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it’s time to say goodbye to my alma mater. Looking back on the past, the happy primary school life is vividly remembered. It is like a shining pearl, which will be treasured in my heart forever. It seems that when you touch it, time seems to freeze at that moment----

Never forget, the beautiful campus! You are like a gentle mother, nurturing us with your sweet milk so that we can thrive. Here, we receive strict education; here, we develop good habits of working hard, being united and friendly, and observing discipline. In your warm embrace, we have gained the nectar of knowledge, the power of wisdom, and the principles of life.

Never forget, my beloved teacher! I will never forget your Chun Chun teachings. From dots, horizontal, vertical, and oblique to addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, from the constellations in the sky to the underwater world, the teacher conveys faith and strength with smiles and care. Teachers are hard-working gardeners and unknown spring silkworms. The impression left by the teacher on us is both gentle and majestic, humble and noble, ordinary and great. The teacher taught us how to be simple, natural, fulfilling and noble with full enthusiasm. Don’t teachers deserve praise? Let us express our highest respect and heartfelt gratitude to our beloved teacher!

Never forget, dear classmates! We have spent six wonderful years together. We have struggled together in the ocean of knowledge and played in the playground. I hope our friendship is like the ocean, the most sincere friendship in the world, and endless broadness and tolerance in the vast sea of ??people. Because, green leaves will no longer wither in friendship; friendship will always be young in green leaves; sincere friendship does not require commitment, and eternal love does not require agreement.

The memories of my alma mater are warm and beautiful, and my gratitude to my alma mater is sincere and endless. Please remember the days we spent together day and night, the glorious years we walked together, and let it become the most dazzling one among the pearls!

When I met "Spring" again

"Crash", something seemed to be pulled away, followed by footsteps that gradually left and became lighter and lighter. Opening my eyes, I vaguely saw a departing figure and the room full of sunshine left behind.

The sunlight smeared the entire balcony like butter, seeming to exude a warm and soft fragrance. The mother was watering the plants with a kettle, and a little bit of the golden sunlight danced and chased on her gentle side face, giving her aging face a beautiful sheen. She lowered her eyebrows lightly, her eyes were soft, the tilted kettle made a "hissing" sound, and the water like a silver chain fell into the slightly dry soil, and the soil instantly became dark brown and fertile. I thought thoughtfully, my mother must be in a delicate mood! Her eyes moved down to the potted plant, and she was slightly startled: Isn't this a soybean I once planted? It just lost its beauty within a few days. I became interested, and now, it has grown like this? In the dark brown soil, a light green bud emerged. The stem is thin and weak, but it strives to hold up two green leaves dancing in the wind. The sun kissed it, the water droplets moistened it, and the mother's hand gently stroked it. I saw it "giggling" with its childish face raised in the breeze.

Has such a lovely life just arrived? I was slightly surprised, but also very ashamed. I, who never cared about it, made it trapped in the dark, dry soil, struggling to get out; but my mother, who gave it infinite tenderness, made it come to the world so happily, enjoying the beauty with laughter. .

Yes, because spring gives all things warmth, all things appear vibrant. And I once cared for it like spring, but since when did I no longer want to give it a glance and look forward to its growth day and night?

I once I have lost my warmth and thus the beauty of spring, but I am still in my own world without knowing it. Today, isn't this life smiling in the wind the resounding slap that woke me up from the dark nightmare!

Life is so fragile, yet so gorgeous and dazzling, there is nothing we can do It is like spring, with a delicate mind and giving all the warmth to life, that's all.

I believe that in this long-awaited reunion with life, warmth, and spring, I found the reverence for life.

When I meet the flower season again

In the drizzle of early summer, the graduation season finally ushered in three years later. From primary school to junior high school, we entered the campus of Yancheng Middle School. We are here and from Teachers and classmates who are strangers to close friends grow up together, go through the reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and spend the "flowering season" of our youth together at the age of sixteen. "Goodbye" is a rather neutral word. When we say goodbye to sadness, we don't want to say this symbol that makes people cry. When we say goodbye to joy, the happiness of reunion cannot be expressed in words.

Goodbye, flower season.

When we say goodbye, I will never forget the North Campus where I have lived and studied for three years. The rolling "Green Mountains of ***" that will always be in my heart, the quiet "Shaoxian Lake", the solemn "North Building" of the revolutionary era, the playground, the school building, The sycamore trees and the brilliant wisteria in spring... Goodbye, my unforgettable master. Your "stern" face and tireless teachings penetrate deep into our hearts. We know that behind "sternness" is kindness. We grow up in your teachings, understand the truth in your heart, and understand things in your care. All this you have done is for us "bastards" In the future, we will be able to distinguish between true and false, beauty and ugliness, good and evil... We will definitely be inspired as we grow up in the future. Goodbye, my "comrades" - close classmates. In these three years of youth, we love each other, we learn from each other, and we understand each other long live. In this slightly rebellious blooming years, only we in blooming years can understand us in youth. "Comrades", graduation season is here. We don't say "goodbye" to each other, we bury it deep in our hearts. Maybe, when we say "goodbye", we will hug each other and shed tears. Maybe, to say "goodbye" we'll kick you and me. Maybe, saying "goodbye" we will be able to talk a lot.

We are like dandelion umbrellas, through our own efforts we have entered a new high school era and entered the mainstream of society. Many years from now, we will definitely meet again. Please engrave each other's seals. In the engravings, there is the joy of getting along with each other. In the engravings, there are the words of the teacher. In the engravings, there is the beautiful scenery of the campus... Let us meet again and talk about the ups and downs in the past three years. drop. When we say goodbye, I believe that we "bastards" must have changed a lot. When we see each other again in this youthful season of graduation, only our youth is still brilliant. We stand on the stage of the flower season to say goodbye and cherish each other. We look forward to the wonderful transformation when we see you again.

Slowly walking through youth, walking through the three years of our flowering season, let me say goodbye to the flowering season, let me look forward to talking about the flowering season again.

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