Goodbye primary school sixth grade composition

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Goodbye sixth grade composition 1 Walking through our former classroom, the sound of reading sounded from here; Touching the railing reminds me again of how many people we looked at from here when I first stepped into Lydia. The runways of the playground and basketball court have gathered our sweat. Books, how much time it hides us. Six years, too much talk, too little talk. Goodbye, my primary school, your appearance, will stay in our hearts.

Primary school, from one to six, can count the numbers in less than ten seconds, but it firmly binds our growth. It took us six years to lay the foundation for enjoying youth. Time slipped away quietly, once thought it was long, but it was so short in memory. I'm afraid of the machine of time. I'm afraid it will erase my memory layer by layer.

A mixture of pupils' voices, laughter and pen rubbing on paper. As soon as class begins, the playground and the teaching building are completely different. Noisy and calm. I can't forget the teacher's humorous words in class. As soon as the bell rang, everyone went all out to play; Perhaps, only primary schools deserve that joy, and only primary schools will be so unrestrained. I'm really afraid of growing up. When I was a child, I envied the chic of my big brother and big sister. Suddenly I feel that behind that chic, it's time to wave a meat cleaver.

Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought that primary school would be separated. When we meet again, are we taller and more likely to be silent? Primary school is called mother by everyone. Because, like a mother, she witnessed how many firsts you have. This is our first graduation, full of sadness. Graduation, separation, goodbye, my primary school.

Goodbye Sixth Grade Composition 2 It has been six years in a blink of an eye, and the six-year primary school life is about to draw a perfect full stop. But I feel a little sad at the thought of leaving my teacher, my classmates and my alma mater. After all, after so long together, there will still be some feelings. What happened in primary school now comes to mind one by one.

I still remember that time, it snowed heavily, but the students ignored the cold and rushed downstairs to enjoy the "baptism" of snow.

I still remember that time, the school held a radio exercise competition and the teacher accompanied us to practice. Although we didn't win the championship in the competition, the teacher smiled and comforted us and said, "Don't be sad, you have done a good job, but you just didn't cooperate." Although the teacher said so, we all know that the teacher is more sad than us.

I still remember that time, the school held a chess competition with two places. Only one person in our class can play chess, so the teacher asked me, a fool who knows nothing about chess, to give it a try. I know that my trusted teacher asked me to go, so I asked my father to teach me chess every day. On the field, I took my time and won the third place in my grade. My teacher also praised me, saying that I am very talented in chess. I think: this opportunity was given to me by my teacher, and he also has a share of this honor.

Parting is painful for everyone, not to mention our good classmates and teachers who have lived for six years! Please remember one sentence: mountains and seas can block each other, but they can't block my thoughts; Distance can pull you and me apart, but it can't pull the whole friendship; Time can forget the past, but not forever friends. May we be together forever!

Goodbye, my alma mater. Life is a long road. I have lived in your arms for six years in a blink of an eye. Meeting is always short, but parting is long.

Six years ago, I was still an ignorant child, snuggling up to my parents and coming into your arms with longing for the school and admiration for the teachers. Over the past six years, you have taught me a lot of cultural knowledge, let me learn the nectar of knowledge like the sea, and you have given me a steady stream of knowledge and moral edification; You also taught me a lot of truth, let me learn tolerance and forbearance. For six years, you have given me so much, and yours is as good as the sea. How can I easily forget your kindness to me?

I remember that after class that day, a group of our classmates gathered around a crooked sapling and sighed at it. At this time, the head teacher came over, righted the crooked saplings and took us back to the classroom. At that time, we had a silly reason in our hearts, thinking that the teacher was just trying to make the saplings look beautiful. Until today, the sapling has grown into a big tree as tall as the teaching building. I also understand that in the past, the teacher wanted to warn us that with the growth of saplings, we should take the right path and not take the side door.

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will bloom again. When the sun sets, it will rise again. But our time is gone forever. Alma mater! The rain in the sky is my yearning for you, and the constant pace of the hour hand is my blessing to you. Dear alma mater, six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I have changed from an ignorant child to a slim girl in your arms. I am so happy, but I feel sad at the thought of leaving your arms, but I can only say thank you affectionately.

Thanks to my alma mater for six years' training.

Looking at the photos of my father when he was a child, I couldn't help smiling naively, thinking about how innocent and lovely my father was when he was young. Looking at it, I seem to have inserted the wings of fantasy and flew to a free kingdom.

One day, I was fishing by the river. Suddenly I fell into the river. I shouted in the water, "Help, help ..." Then I sank. When I woke up again, I was already lying on the pebbles by the stream.

I heard a laugh behind me. It turned out that a group of children were playing pinball on pebbles. Let me take a closer look, hey! Why is the man in the hat so like my father? Did I go back in time? I quickly confirmed my idea. Alas, even a tall father is so young? I suddenly want to be friends with my childhood father. I ran over and asked to play with my father, and my father agreed happily. I watched my father play pinball curiously. I saw that the thumb of his right hand was slightly bent, and the other four fingers and a half were holding the pinball on his thumb, keeping their eyes on the pinball of the other side, and his right hand kept trying to adjust the angle of ejection. 1 of "pa", my father's pinball shot the first shot. I can't control my feelings and can't help cheering for my father!

Then, I came to my father's house. Dad saw grandpa herding sheep, so he ran to help grandpa herd sheep together. Grandpa seemed to have something to do, so he said something to his father and left. When my father saw that grandpa had left, he took out his sickle from home and began to mow the grass in the field. An hour passed, and dad was sweating, but she didn't care at all. Dad held the cut grass in front of the sheep. Sheep seem to understand human nature, and after a few barks, they bow their heads to eat and draft. It was so hot that I fainted. When I woke up again, I was already lying in my bed, and my real father sat quietly beside me.

What an interesting scene! Fantasy is fantasy after all, I can only say with regret: lovely "little dad", see you later!

Bye bye composition 5 The sigh of autumn wind sent away the last second of October. The warm sun in winter lit up the sky of 1 1 month, and the long-awaited off-campus internship arrived on this day.

Today's tour is Happy Valley. A few years ago, we left beautiful memories, but now we have regained the bits and pieces of the past and returned to the place that once haunted us. What we can't say in our hearts is excitement and expectation.

That bus, like a boat sailing, took me to the other side of my heart.

Near, near, the word "Happy Valley" comes into view, and a sense of intimacy comes to mind. When we set foot on that thick land, it seems that every breath of air and every inch of land is kind. Walking into the gate, a familiar face of an old friend appeared in front of us. Over the years, she hasn't changed at all, but we have. We are no longer ignorant children, but energetic teenagers.

Going back the way I walked, my old friend seems to hold me in her generous arms. Playing that mobile game again is still a long queue, but it has lost its freshness for the first time, but it is not without chatting with her and her classmates for a long time. Happy Valley, she is also welcoming us with her sincerity-her long-lost old friend.

This is not only an "off-campus practice activity", but also an opportunity to see you again. Unfortunately, time is ruthless, pushing the hour hand to that ruthless number mercilessly, separating us. In retrospect, in retrospect, I didn't play many amusement projects, and I just wanted to spend more time with my old friends.

When I left, I went back to the car. Ah! It is this bus that brought me here kindly and took me away mercilessly. I had to smile bitterly and have mixed feelings in my heart. The word "Happy Valley" gradually disappeared in the twilight until it disappeared. I am still reluctant to look at it, trying to find some shadows from the boundless darkness. I want to ask why the bus can't slow down and let me see, but I can't say it.

Far away, far away ... in the thick night, I can still see my old friend send me away. My eyes are a little moist, but I can only hold back tears and hatred, and I don't want others to see me so cowardly. Everything is suppressed in nothingness. The farther Shenzhen is, the closer the campus is.

Goodbye, goodbye, how short it is to get together!

Goodbye, composition grade six, grade six, goodbye, primary school life! I will set foot on the ship of life, carry forward with heavy load, and March into a beautiful junior high school life. Carefree primary school life is coming to an end, and I hope it will become a white cloud around me. At this moment, primary school students flashed before my eyes like a movie, and I will never forget it.

The warm sun climbed the horizon step by step like a heavy burden. The sun shone on the earth and turned golden at once. Everything is full of vitality, and a new day has begun. I walked on the road full of joy with my schoolbag on my back. Flowers are blooming in my heart, and I can't wait. I hope to see my teachers and classmates as soon as possible and start a beautiful day with them.

Bathed in the warm sunshine, I finally came to school. Suddenly found that there was a lot of sunshine in the school. Walking, my classmates threw charming smiles at me, making my face look like a flower. In class, the teacher led us into the boring sea of knowledge with one joke after another, which made us laugh our heads off. After class, the classroom was full of jokes and burst into laughter, which shocked the teaching building. There is no sadness here, only laughter. It is the temple of the immortals and the most unforgettable place for me.

At home, the laughter of primary school life is still with me. I will share the good things of the day, and my heart will burst into laughter. A beautiful day is still waiting for me.

At this moment, I can only wave goodbye. The primary school life full of laughter turned into a gust of wind passing by me, which reminded me of the carefree primary school life again. Goodbye, primary school life! I will set foot on the ship of life, carry forward with heavy load, and rush to a beautiful junior high school life!

Goodbye, composition 7 of grade six in primary school, do you still remember?

Under the tall and lush maple trees, we play together and play together; Do you remember? Under those two tall basketball stands, how many fierce games there are and how many people are shouting there; Do you remember? How many unforgettable performances have been held in that small playground; Do you remember? A campus that records every footprint of our growth.

Six years are short and short, long and long. I still remember when I was in the first grade, I always felt that those six years were a long experience when I saw my senior classmates. But looking back now, I find that the original time has passed unconsciously. When I was a child, I always wanted to have a holiday early and fly to the sky where I played. But now the intense study life has not only made me feel bored, but has made me realize the self-evident friendship between many classmates.

Graduation is coming, and you will never hear classmates quarreling because of disagreement again. Even the students who are usually taciturn in the class have been hugging each other shoulder to shoulder these days, enjoying the joy of gathering together and hoping that time will stay in the present forever. But people can't stay in a constant environment all their lives, but it is undeniable that although parting is painful, these days, because of their strength, the relationship between classmates has indeed become more harmonious and intimate.

At school, there are not only picturesque campuses, classmates who get along with each other day and night, but also teachers who teach us seriously. I think they are probably our closest relatives besides relatives. In the past six years, where there is no teacher's footprint, there are students wandering in the hospital because of the injured teacher. In order to let us study better, the teacher runs between the bookstore and the teaching building. This is not because of objective reasons, but because of our teacher-student relationship.

Standing at the school gate, looking at the scene of the campus, recalling the beautiful stories that happened here, tears wet my cheeks, and I miss my life and everything in these six years. ...

Goodbye, the composition of the sixth grade of primary school will fall in 8 days, and Nu Wa will make up lessons; If the sea drowned a baby girl, Jingwei would fill it in; The mountain is blocking the road, and Gong Yu and his descendants will move away. However, once the years have passed, they cannot be returned.

Six years, six years! In this way, in the wind and rain, in laughter, such as the blink of an eye, flew away.

Six years ago, I first walked into my alma mater.

Everything is so strange.

Strange teaching building. I have never had a class on such a high floor.

A strange playground. I have never run on such a big playground.

A strange teacher. I never thought there would be such a kind teacher.

Stranger classmates. I didn't expect to meet such a predestined relationship.

I remember, my school is "Ruian No.2 Experimental Primary School". I still remember our school motto is "self-improvement, introspection."

For six years, I have been proud of having such a good school.

My school is covered with trees. My school has a beautiful environment. My school is specially decorated. My school is unique!

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At the same time of nostalgia, I found that six years passed quickly.

Open the calendar to calculate-there are only 36 days before the unified examination. Except weekends and Dragon Boat Festival holidays, I only have 25 days to study at my alma mater.

I thought six years was a long time, but it turned out that six years was too short for us to believe.

I thought it would be a long time before I graduated from my alma mater. It turns out that graduation is not far away at all, but close at hand.

Still familiar with the campus: teaching building, playground, windmill garden, leisure square ... I don't know why, I always feel different in peacetime. Perhaps it is because of nostalgia; Perhaps it is because of reluctance; Perhaps, I regard this as my last meeting with my alma mater.

Alma mater, which has been with me for six years, now I want to say goodbye. Who won't be moved by this scene?

Now, the only thing I can do is to get along well with my classmates in the last 25 days and review well in the last 36 days to leave a good impression on my alma mater.

Finally, I can only shout "goodbye, alma mater" to express my disappointment with my alma mater.

Goodbye, composition 9 of grade six in primary school. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and six years of primary school life will become a memory in a blink of an eye. At the moment when we are about to leave our alma mater, we have Qian Qian in our hearts, leaving only reluctant nostalgia. Recalling the past, the bits and pieces of my alma mater came to my mind. How many laughter and laughter have been scattered here; How much sweat has been spilled here; How many teachers' hard words have been spilled here? ...

Never forget, dear teacher! I can't forget your inculcation and your kind eyes. You are a loving mother, selflessly dedicating all your love to your students; You are a candle, burning yourself and illuminating us; You are a gardener, working hard in the flower beds of the motherland and working with wisdom. Spring rain, which dyed the world green, disappeared silently in the soil. Teacher, you are the spring rain in our hearts, and we will always thank you!

I can't forget it, dear students! I can't forget the time we spent together day and night, and the profound friendship we forged. In six years, we spent this wonderful time together. We have struggled in the sea of knowledge, played on the flat playground and worked hard in the examination room ... After six years, we will break up in a blink of an eye. How can I have peace of mind? Sunshine will go away, flowers will fade, and only our friendship is eternal!

Can't forget, beautiful campus! You are like a kind mother, feeding us with sweet milk and making us thrive. In your arms, we have become sensible from ignorance, mature from naivety, and brave from timidity. Now, how can we leave your warm arms?

Meng Xi looked at the moon from afar, but the jade in the flowers and trees had stopped. Don't worry, this mountain is full of tears and dreams. Goodbye, dear teacher! Goodbye, dear students! Goodbye, my alma mater!

See you in the sixth grade 10 In a blink of an eye, we are about to bid farewell to our six-year primary school career. All kinds of memories remain in my heart, and the teacher carefully cultivated our seedlings, so that we can grow sturdily and become the pillars of the motherland. Six years have passed unconsciously, and those precious times are gone forever.

And graduation is coming, let's spend it in laughter; Let's spend it together among United and friendly classmates; Let's spend it under the gentle care of the teacher.

We didn't cherish this time before, thinking that graduation was far away. Now, we are about to face the moment of parting, let's cherish every minute left, look at the happy smiles of our classmates, don't cry, be strong. Because we are just young eagles, one day we will fly to the blue sky under the care of our teachers!

We have experienced countless happy days and countless busy nights together, and we have created together. It is the teacher who taught us unity and friendship. It is the teacher who taught us how to treat people; It was the teacher who taught us new knowledge.

I still remember when you came to teach us, we were in the fourth grade. We don't know you very well and think you are difficult to get along with, but you want us to be close to you and be kind to every classmate. At that time, you couldn't remember our names clearly, so we made brackets and wrote our names. Do you remember? Since you came, this class has become the best one, and it's all thanks to you!

Here, I want to thank you, my most beloved teacher. Under your guidance, we have thrived. It was you who showed me the right way when I was confused. We little teenagers, with your meticulous care, will eventually become the pillars of the motherland. You are like our mother, giving us the greatest help when we are in trouble; You are like a red candle, burning yourself and illuminating us; You are like a gardener, working hard on our young minds!

Teacher, we are small boats that have not yet set sail, and one day we will raise the sails of hope. The movement of youth will eventually play, and I want to say to you at this parting: "Teacher, I love you!" " "

See you in the sixth grade 1 1 I sit at my desk and do my homework. Suddenly, I accidentally saw the photo of my alma mater hanging on the wall. My alma mater is my deepest concern.

Putting down the pen, I walked into my alma mater again without hesitation, and the playground seemed wider. Ah! This used to be the cradle of happiness for my classmates and me. We played "duck hunting", "catching people" and "playing football" ... we all sweated profusely. But now, these are gone forever, and that happy time has become a beautiful memory. Farewell, my dear alma mater.

Moving on, the lavender teaching building looks dignified and elegant, different from others. Ah! How many times have we drawn its beauty and magnificence with strokes? From oil pastel to ink pen, from ink pen to watercolor painting, from watercolor painting to colored lead. Every work is a witness to our growth. Farewell, beautiful and dignified teaching building! Farewell, my dear alma mater!

Stepping into the teaching building, I saw rows of neat and clean classrooms, in which I once had class after class! At this moment, I seem to hear our reading sound, as if I saw us doing small experiments with curiosity, as if I heard the cheerful songs we sang, as if I had gone back to the past. ...

Stroll forward, stroll in familiar corridors, and pick up past memories. When I came to the multi-function hall, the wooden walls, floors and rows of scarlet chairs looked orderly. I can't help but recall the solemn, serious and serious expressions when my classmates and I listened to the speech, as well as the interesting speeches and all the bits and pieces of the teachers.

The life of my alma mater is full of joys and sorrows, laughter and tears, gains and losses and victories ... It gives me interest, sadness, encouragement and success!

But now, it's gone forever. ...

Farewell, my dear alma mater, my dear alma mater!

Goodbye composition for the sixth grade of primary school 12 Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, the six-year primary school career is coming to an end. So, the teacher gave us a "graduation message" class and finally found out how valuable you are.

Memories of photos are put in PPT, and sad songs linger in my ears. However, these are just introductions that make us cry. In fact, what impressed me the most was the exchange of information. I walked slowly to her side, my hands trembled, and a choked voice came out: "Come, take it, happy graduation." Show a bright smile. After reading the contents of the letter, she covered her face, but the tears that had been swirling in her eyes finally fell to the ground. At this moment, a close friend of mine turned around and put a postcard into my hand, covering her red eyes. "Lotus dyed scholarly, ink soaked firm but gentle. If you move like a bird, you are better than a beautiful girl, and you are willing to achieve great things. " She wrote this to me. Although there are only a few lines, it shows our friendship. Gradually, tears blurred my vision and rolled down my cheeks.

Birds are chirping on the branches. Is it like our six-year whispering or laughing?

I know my ship can only stay here for a few days. Soon, we will go to another bay. I hope we can meet there.

My dear friends.

Proud time

Please don't forget to tell us and let us have fun with you.

When frustrated

Please don't hide it in your heart, tell us, and we will tide over the difficulties with you.

It is sunny on the playground outside, but it is raining in my eyes.

Although you have left, the flower of friendship has blossomed in my heart. Goodbye.

See you in the sixth grade 13 Time flies. I have just entered school for almost six years and will graduate soon.

In the past six years, my classmates have changed many times. Among these students, it is you who impressed me deeply-"crying baby". Since you sat behind me, it can be said that chickens fly and dogs jump, and there is no peace for a day. We always have a small quarrel every day, every three days, and sometimes we may even fight. We quarreled not for anything big, but for some trivial things. For example, if you accidentally touch me, I will hit you. Quarrel every morning and make up with each other in the afternoon. This is a continuous cycle process. After a few months, we are not bored, which seems to have become a habit. It's hard not to quarrel for a day.

Your nickname-"crying baby" started with another thing. Because I sometimes quarrel with him, I make things difficult for him everywhere. For example, when he was about to go back to his seat and pass me by, I suddenly stretched out my foot and fell heavily on him. He sat on the ground crying, so he got the nickname. One day, he said to me angrily, "If you have the courage, accept my challenge. We will learn more! " "I agreed, and a war without smoke began. One day I will take a math exam. As long as I think math is my strong point, I will do well in the exam. When the test paper came down, I saw that it was 99 points. I thought it was a shoo-in. But when I saw Gan Rui's paper, I was shocked. He got 100. He humiliated me, and this exam aroused my fighting spirit. When I took the math exam again, I checked it carefully and finally beat him by two points. The results of the subsequent exams were almost the same, neck and neck. As time goes on, we get to know each other better and quarrel less and less. Now we all know that we should not haggle over every ounce, but be tolerant of each other.

Now, we don't quarrel any more, and we have established a profound friendship. I want to get along well in the rest of the time, leave a good memory for myself and my classmates, and draw a perfect ending for our primary school stage.

Goodbye, my primary school classmate!

Today's night is quieter than before. The dark night curtain was not as lively as it was just now, and the stars fell asleep next to the moon. The clock on the wall is ticking. The result was 12 o'clock, but I was not sleepy at all in bed. Suddenly, I felt a hot eye socket and a bitter tear came down. In a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and six years of primary school students are like showing movies in front of my eyes. ......

Junior one: Although I just came to this school, my classmates are very kind to me. In just a few days, I made many good friends. So I gradually adapted to this school ... the second day: the teacher found my bright spot and encouraged me to give full play to my advantages. Sure enough, I won many awards and certificates at an early age ... Grade three: Because my hand was broken in an accident, my classmates' worried language and uneasy eyes deeply touched me ... Grade four: Because of the earthquake, we saw' friendship'. It turns out that our class has become a whole and cannot be separated ... Grade five: Because of the improvement of grade, our homework has also increased. However, we all know that teachers are good for us. No matter how long we work overtime, we will finish the homework assigned by the teacher without complaint ... Grade 6: Six years of primary school life has taught us more. After grade 6, we know that we will leave each other, this class, this school!

On the day of graduation party, we finally burst into tears and put a tear on our lips and tasted it. Ah! I won't give up! Yes, it's been six years. After six years of life, there has been an inseparable feeling between us. It's going to be separated. No one will part with this school, but I have lived in it for six years. The land here smells so good. Why didn't I find it before?

Goodbye, my alma mater where I have lived for six years; Goodbye, my primary school classmates!

Farewell composition for the sixth grade of primary school 15 Time flies, years are handsome, and five years are like clouds. I am in the sixth grade. I miss primary school life. Let me be infatuated; It reminds me. Now, our deskmate's life is only one year. When I think of the past, I can't help feeling a lot.

There is only a short year left in my alma mater. In these thousands of days, I am like a seedling, like a grass, like a seed. Under the careful care and irrigation of teachers, I will grow into a tree, and I will repay my motherland, my alma mater and my teacher in the future. I will listen to the teacher's repeated exhortation and teaching, and rely on my classmates to help each other. Our classmates grew up together. It seems that the sound of our reading is still echoing in the class, our laughter seems to pervade the playground, and we are playing in the campus. In every corner, we left unforgettable memories. The past is vivid and fresh in my memory.

I have gained a lot under the guidance of my alma mater teacher. I got many friends, good advice and new knowledge from my teacher, which made me a good student with knowledge and courtesy. I left many unforgettable memories in my alma mater, many wonderful memories. The most important thing is to get the best education and a compass for future life. But now I don't have much time at my alma mater. Looking back suddenly, it seems to be urging my teacher. Encourage our teachers, as well as lovely campus, will lose praise from our songs. I don't know when, we became big brothers and sisters in the school and became role models for our younger brothers and sisters.

Looking back now, I feel that the teacher's teachings, the sound of our reading and the laughter of our classmates are still lingering in my ears. Grasp the last year in my alma mater, take a look at the lovely campus, see the teachers who have taught us, encourage my classmates and cherish the last day of blind date.

All good things must come to an end, and time is gone forever. I will always remember my teacher's encouragement and be an upright China person. Beautiful campus, how much joy and enlightenment you brought me, I will never forget.