In a twinkling, I was in Grade 6, and I was about to graduate. Looking back on 6 years of primary school life, I really have endless aftertastes. The students are all right. It is not only bad memories, but also memories.
The teacher's help helps me learn better. The help of my classmates helps me know what is mutual help and what is friendship. Though they are all small things, it becomes a big thing.
We meet each other in a twinkling, and in the twinkling of an eye, students always say goodbye. But we'll see you again. Protect our friendship and let there be no regrets afterwards. Every time we go to a school, we will know new students, but we can not drop our learning and dream. Only when we preserve each other's primary school time will we never be separated, regardless of the ends of the earth.
For six years, it was a long time and a very fast time. In the past six years, we not only have success, but also have failures. We have grown up in failure and success. We learned the truth of being a man from the pain and joy of failure and success. These principles, not all words and words, can be clearly understood, and not all can be learned from textbooks. Only by experiencing these six years of hardship and training can they learn.
I remember the beauty of our sports meeting. We remember our heroic posture on the basketball court. Six years, there are too many things worth remembering. Teachers, classmates... Who has helped us and those we have helped? Who will really forget? Six years, like the sea, is always hidden in our hearts.
Let's get together again in a few years! With the joy of success and the outstanding achievements, I return to my primary school and return to my enlightened alma mater to repay the school and teachers.
Phoenix flowers bloom, a mixture of words, six years of primary school life is about to draw a full stop.
In the past six years, I have experienced many ups and downs. Now I think of it, my heart is like overturning the five flavored bottles. When I think about leaving my alma mater, leaving my friends and leaving my teacher, my nose is sour.
There are still two months to go. Perhaps after growing up, two classmates will pass by, what will be remembered, but can not remember.
Therefore, I must cherish this time and spend my last precious time in my alma mater.