Graduation composition of grade three

Whether at school or in society, everyone has written a composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are eight graduation compositions that I have carefully arranged. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Graduation composition of grade three 1 When the peony flowers in Nanshan wither again, when the songs of Buguji are loud again, the graduation season comes as scheduled.

It's another parting day, and the weather is sultry. In midsummer, the hot sunshine swept away the crystal dew in the morning and ruled the universe until after dusk. What a heavy and boring time! Zhihu creaked, as if unwilling to be separated from our alumni for three years. After graduation, I still can't shake off the precious memories of these three years.

My alma mater, Yiwu Foreign Language Experimental School, uses 2. 1000 square meters of mind nourishes our generation of students; Create miracles with simplicity and mediocrity-many outstanding talents have been born and won prizes frequently in competitions; She pays attention to the principle of independence and self-reliance, and carries out study and exchange with Australia, South Korea and other countries.

Looking back at the fragrant branches on the roadside, the tall camphor trees and the lotus flowers known as the ballet in the water, these flowers, trees and grass accompanied me through this difficult three years and headed for the first turning point in my life-the senior high school entrance examination. I remember when I first entered my alma mater, these lovely accompanying readers also joined us. They were much shorter than us at that time. In a blink of an eye, blowing in the wind for three years, and now they are much taller than us.

Looking at the canteen, which used to be a warm refuge for me to eat, drink and have fun, she taught us many prescriptions, "Diet is culture, please start with window culture", but the naughty bag who jumped the queue did not jump the queue: "Who knows that every meal is hard." Teach everyone who comes to the restaurant to cherish food. Food is hard to come by, so we need to cherish it. "Clean and hygienic, you and I work together." We know how to care about campus health. She is our second class.

Looking at the teaching buildings on both sides, the familiar classrooms are full of new faces, not the same people. Familiar teachers are going to teach new faces. I thank them for their kindness and let us move from naivety to maturity. There are many famous sayings outside the classroom, such as "reading makes people full, thinking makes people profound, and conversation makes people awake." -(America) Franklin ""Light gives us experience and reading gives us knowledge. -ostrovsky ".

We graduated. "At that time, the sky was always blue, and the days always passed too slowly. You always say that graduation is far away ... ",the road ahead is still far away. Let's fly high with the expectation of our alma mater, the hope of our country and the encouragement of our teachers.

20XX June, junior high school life ended. It seems that there is only a blink of an eye. Whether the sky is blue or not, whether the days pass slowly or not. At that fixed moment, we will eventually graduate.

Suddenly I felt a sad atmosphere, and everyone was busy crying, all touching stories and unfinished love. More and more people walk, and the dormitory is getting empty ... I am the last one in the dormitory. They all left one after another, faintly sad and desolate. I am left, quietly taking a good look at this empty dormitory. Every corner here, our smiles are so happy. Maybe everyone has no chance to go back to this dormitory together. Those beautiful memories are quietly buried in our hearts. Guys, I really don't want to be apart. Please don't part. Everyone's laughter at that time was the deepest touch in my heart.

On that day, the sun in graduation photo was very bright and it was a hot summer, but everyone shouted "Eggplant" with the happiest mood and smile. Think about it. I was just in the first grade before, and everything was so strange. Don't worry about anything, just look at the sky and think about how everyone should play and laugh. At that time, everyone was a simple child, with no growing pains. In the second day of junior high school, I read the lecture notes in class early, copied my homework, slept on my desk, and ate and drank with my dear girls in the dormitory on weekends. Talking about those interesting things, everyone talked and laughed.

By the third day, everyone is mature and playing less and less, but we are still playing happily at this tense moment of the third day, like carefree children. I should be a little nervous in grade three. Everyone has his own opinion about each student. After all, people can't be perfect. What they do is beneficial to others, but it may also hurt others. But anyway, everyone has graduated, and those things have passed. Maybe when you come back to this school in the future and see the trees and grass you are familiar with, you will recall our happy time at that time.

Junior high school, finished, finished. Cried, laughed, naive, naive, sentimental. None of this will happen again. Those teachers may remember something about my education, but it's only a temporary memory. That familiar environment, familiar classroom, familiar deskmate, familiar, familiar … My clothes have been soaked with tears. Say goodbye again and take care. My favorite babies. I hope we can meet again after many years. We may have all changed at that time. But we still have the most precious feelings in our hearts.

Time flies, three years have passed in a blink of an eye. Yesterday, I was just a freshman. Today, I have to say this sentence with tears in my eyes: "Goodbye, alma mater!" " "I don't know what time will bring me. When I look at the yellowed title page again, it is nostalgia for these three years, or regret for the frivolous ignorance of these three years. In any case, the pace of pursuit and unremitting efforts remain in our hearts. The days we shared together, the happiness and pain * * *, the days we walked side by side ... recalled only a feeling, but the vague photos of those years aroused hidden passion ... Look at the campus we are no longer familiar with. How many stories are there about you, me and everyone?

My alma mater, you made me change from an ignorant urchin into a young pioneer with ideals and ambitions, and you led me into the boundless ocean of knowledge. Alma mater, you linked me with my beloved first teacher, and you made me make so many intimate partners.

During my three-year middle school career, I learned a lot from my teachers and got a lot of happiness from my friends. Alma mater, you taught me to love my motherland, be diligent and honest. Thought of here, my heart a little more fear, a little more attachment. I am so scared that I can't play and laugh with my classmates in your arms. I'm afraid that the teacher's inculcation can't supplement my mind. I'm sorry ... alma mater, I really want time to stay at this moment and let me enjoy the warmth in your arms again.

Alma mater, how many memories I left in your arms. Remember, everyone's reading sound; I remember the teacher standing in front of the blackboard on the podium, writing seriously; I remember playing on the playground with my friends. I remember … dear alma mater, although your classroom is not big, although your playground is not wide, although your equipment is not advanced. However, I don't dislike you at all. I still love you deeply, because you have taught us a lot of knowledge and truth, and you have cultivated many pillars of the country and created many useful talents. You have done meritorious service!

Dear alma mater, I want to say goodbye to you. Can I look forward to your future? Ten years later, I went back to my mother. The classroom is spacious and bright, with advanced and high-grade equipment, and the campus is full of green. How wonderful it is!

Dear mom, I wish you all the best, and you will become a famous school. Oh, no, you're going to China!

Goodbye, my dear alma mater!

Everyone waved gently, goodbye, alma mater!

Time flies. Unconsciously, I have spent three years in junior high school. At the last moment of bidding farewell to junior high school life, I have too many feelings in my heart.

Three years of dribs and drabs condensed into a few thin memories.

Dissolving the moon, the faint wind, how many times we read books, watch birds and watch the sunshine under the tree; How many times have I seen flowers, trees and fountains on the roadside? How many times have you seen "Drops of water wear away stones", "Practice and innovation" and "May is drifting away and June is coming"? The monthly exam is full of smoke, and the senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner. Who will finally go to the legendary swordsman will be announced in late June. Heaven rewards hard work, not my heart. " ...

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Every familiar corner of the campus has left our laughter, and every inch of the campus has shed our sweat.

Our song of youth is played on the sports field, and the silent bonfire is awakened in the examination room.

There are our truest and best memories at the party; There are our happiest and purest laughter in the classroom; There are our deepest and closest feelings in the corridor.

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Ye Er is green and yellow, yellow and decline, decline and green, green and yellow ... Today, more than a thousand times, we have graduated.

After graduation, I can't forget the green trees, yellow leaves, bright flowers, green grass, big stones, blue water, spiritual fish, the sweet smell, beautiful words, wonderful sounds, and the memory images of birds singing cicadas and butterflies flying with the breeze and sunshine. Beautiful, beautiful, really, really.

After graduation, I can't forget the spiritual wealth given to me by various mentors and friends. Chinese initiative and persistence; Attitude and details of mathematics; English pursuit and efforts; Thoughts and methods of physics; Be careful in chemistry; Political and historical struggles and struggles; Sheng Di's interest and enterprising spirit; The tenacity and struggle of sports ... praise when you succeed; Comfort when you fail; Make a joke when you are happy; Tragic accident ... fragments of memory, very fine, very fine, very wonderful, very wonderful.

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When I graduated from junior high school, I had an incredible feeling. Three years of dribs and drabs condensed into a few thin memories.

After graduating from junior high school, we will go to our respective places to go to senior high school. I can't bear to part with these lovely junior high school classmates, but I know these are inevitable. However, these will be my wonderful memories.

Junior high school, my eternal and distant star! Tomorrow we will graduate, which will be the most unbearable parting in our life, because Qian Qian has been sung all over by Yangguan. Anyway, we have to go, really have to go, go-since it is time to go-since we have reached a more mature and plain age-tomorrow, we will walk into the ivory tower, facing the future may not be easy, don't forget these many beautiful songs, many beautiful days, many people who love us and those we love. When we join the crowd, don't forget to leave a sky for our ideals, love and former junior high school life, a forever fresh, lofty and blue sky. After singing cicadas, all the luggage is packed.

In the summer of the third grade, only the memory is wet, and the campus is filled with the sadness of parting.

Year after year, we meet and leave again and again, but this time, we really have to go, leave our campus, leave our teachers, leave our classmates who live together day and night, and leave those days when there are both joy and tears.

When we graduated, we found our differences. The fish at the bottom floated to the surface, and the fish at the surface sank to the bottom. Disappointment seems a little far away from us. In the past, youth tours were often filled with this kind of emotion-crushing the past on a drunken night, because they could not completely control their own destiny, and all kinds of sad breakups were inevitable because of graduation. Therefore, secretly crying in the dark Woods is not melodramatic or artificial. And now this heartbreaking scene will continue to be staged by us. When I crossed the distance of three years and walked on the edge of love and pain, great sadness eroded my soul, and loneliness and melancholy blew through my fields from time to time like a hurricane at sea. After considering the ownership, we agreed on the night when the moonlight was particularly bright. We sat hand in hand under the dim street lamp, playing the guitar, drinking beer, singing "Graduation Song" and "Bon voyage" over and over again, and then crying until dawn, so that this scene will always be fixed in the memory, forever, forever. ...

From small to large, we have experienced countless departures. After graduating from primary school, we bid farewell to childishness. After graduating from junior high school, we bid farewell to recklessness. Every graduation means that we have to lose a group of friends and make new friends. What a good night! Stars shine!

Draw your sword and get out. Come on, graduate.

There are still more than 60 days before the senior high school entrance examination. Looking at the traces of the calendar being turned over day by day in the classroom, I am really helpless. I am completely at a loss in the face of the upcoming senior high school entrance examination! I live very tired every day, and every day's life is so trite and monotonous, and I am really helpless. Buried in the sea of questions every day, doing topics that are not new. But I know I can't stop, for the entrance examination, for my dream. ...

We are very contradictory in grade three. We hope that the third grade will pass quickly, but we also hope that it will go slowly. We yearn for the unknown high school, miss the third grade and miss everyone along the way. ...

Anyway, contradictions have never left our time. The most important thing now is to cherish this little time and let the memory of that time be locked in graduation.

In the non-stop, I realized the taste of racing against time. Every time I see a senior one or a senior two, I will have different degrees of envy and memories. Envy their freedom and carefree. Recall the road you have traveled, remember everything you have experienced, and don't want to go back in time and return to the happy time. ...

Grade three is like a race. Even though they don't have the same physique as athletes, they still have the spirit of hard work and never giving up. Competition is fun and exciting. Is beyond, give me motivation; It is competition, reflecting my value; It is hard work that makes my potential unlimited. The pursuit is the joy of rushing to the finish line. Life in grade three is like a cup of pure and fragrant coffee. If you savor it carefully, you will slowly taste the bitterness hidden under the sweetness of honey. Life in grade three is like a bowl of delicious "hot and sour powder", which is sour and spicy, unique and delicious. Really, if you carefully taste the life in grade three, you will definitely have different feelings and tastes, thus gaining a lot. Life is like a mirror. If you smile at it, it will smile back at you. The same is true for the senior high school entrance examination. As long as you treat it well, I believe it won't let you down.

In the third year of my life, I still have a hard way to go, and the other end of the road is where my ideal is realized. How many beats can life have? If you don't fight at this time, when will you fight? Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. I believe that as long as you pay, you will get something. I believe that the sunshine in June will guide us and shine on us to realize our ideals.

7 20xx.06.2 1 Leave my bad place every day, but I don't allow others to say anything bad. I chatted with my classmates that day and said that I was still in the final exam. When I saw the date, June 29th, I panicked. More than a week feels so long. Is it because I'm not eating, sleeping and studying under your protection now?

These four years, what an extraordinary four years, from Xinghu to Honghe, from flowers to trees, from strangeness to familiarity, from friends to confidants, from applied technology teachers to technical teachers, and finally to software engineering, teachers with different styles. You have witnessed our growth, and we applaud your brilliance.

For teachers and students, it is summer vacation, travel and rest. I also want to enjoy the comfortable life of summer vacation again. How much I want to hear someone tell me to go to school for a long time, and how much I want to discuss with you about going to school together, taking a boat together and fainting together. The trembling hands of the uncles and aunts in the canteen and the choking vegetable worms called the two families to eat because of the lack of food. As a result, the two families quarreled.

Turn on the computer after work, looking at those photos in a daze, reluctant to press the left and right keys. You are getting thinner and luckier. We are all separated by reality too far, and we will have different new lives. When you open those old photos that are a little immature, green and crazy again in your spare time, do you still remember our lessons, sports, exams, meals and travel notes together? In theory class, I often sit in the front row and yawn until my tears are coming out. When I doze off, I suddenly jump under the desk. Even so, I insisted on taking notes and even the teacher nodded to show that I understood what I said. When I woke up, the textbook was full of messy strokes, and I didn't know what it was written. Did you leave a scar on your arm when you dozed off in class, but it was full anyway. In physical education class, I ran from the table tennis class to the badminton class to play. We handed in the same homework. Sometimes the homework of 59 people in the class is not as thick as a notebook, so we go to the library to supervise each other. At that time, we slept under the electric fan and went back to prepare the same review materials, but why did the teacher score differently? From time to time, "new classmates" call the teacher's name to show the existence of XXX at this moment.

We rowed in Xinghu Zoo, picked pears on Cucumber Mountain, rode bicycles from Cucumber Mountain Road to Xinghu Lake, went to Jiangnan Vocational School as an intern, went to Wen Qu Road to eat fish together, took a photography class in Xue Hai Square, went to the farmhouse to experience Bao jiaozi, the hot pot of fiery life, the computer game we fought together in one step, the members of the Seven Traces Group, our own party, the strawberry field in Huanggua Mountain, the top of the bamboo sea in Chashan, and the basin of Tingsongyuan 444. And our serial teacher qualification certificate and similar sportswear.

Later, we looked for jobs together, took exams together, looked forward to each other's good news together and celebrated together.

I want to ask who my deskmate is. With you, with him, who else?

For this small town, unspeakable feelings and inexhaustible kindness have long been my second hometown.

Gardenia blossoms, graduation season.