Farewell to the sixth grade composition of primary school

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my farewell composition in the sixth grade of primary school. Welcome to share.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 1 Alma mater is a familiar place and the cradle of our growth.

Walking into the school gate, the row of trees on the left is like our protector. Over the years, he used his branch to send away a batch of graduates; They welcomed a group of freshmen with open arms. In spring, his new shoots are green and tender; In summer, his shady embrace fascinated us. It would be really cool if we stood under him for a while! In autumn, the leaves that gradually turn yellow fly with the wind, and even if they stay on the tree, their bodies sway with the wind; In winter, some snow "sleeps" on his branch and looks like a sentry in clothes.

Then, what caught my eye was the playground and the surrounding red plastic runway. Looking at the playground, I can't help but recall the first three long rope competitions. Every student who takes part in the competition is fully prepared. As soon as the long rope was thrown, the first student jumped lightly, followed by the second ... the tenth, which kept repeating, almost without interruption. Finally, our class won the first place with a good score of more than 300. The contestants embraced each other, and the scene was so cheerful!

I walked to the red runway and unconsciously came to two big trees. At this time, I looked down and found that there were green grass on both sides of the tree, like a newborn baby, sticking out its little head and looking at the campus. At this time, I only felt that the campus was so kind and attached.

I am about to graduate, recertify and visit my alma mater. I think the campus is like our beloved mother, like a warm home, caring for us with new things, but never expecting anything in return.

I love you, my alma mater and my home!

Say goodbye to the sixth grade composition in a blink of an eye, I am already a sixth grade student, and I am about to say goodbye to my alma mater. The happy time in primary school is gone forever. Thought of here, I had an unknown impulse in my heart, probably nostalgia! I wanted to leave here early, but now. ...

I sat on the stone bench of my alma mater, and a faint fragrance came into my eyes. In front of the magnolia tree, several elegant magnolia flowers quietly bloom in the wind, as if in a cold current. My classmates and I listened to the teacher in the fragrance of magnolia. My Chinese teacher is knowledgeable and speaks ancient Chinese. But what caught my eye most was her elegant blackboard writing, which made me envy!

"Hello, big brother!" The birdsong interrupted my thoughts. I can't help looking back. In the twilight, a group of children with heavy schoolbags are smiling at me. "Just classmates and teenagers", what lovely faces are polished! A few years ago, I was like them. No, no,no. At that time, our schoolbags were all very light. When the bell rang, I ran on the playground ... I stood up from the bench and owed my body. "Thank you children, go home early!" Joy is bound to bring some vicissitudes. ...

In a blink of an eye, I am already a sixth-grade student, and I am about to bid farewell to my alma mater. The happy time in primary school will never return. Thought of here, my heart flush with an unknown impulse, may be nostalgia. ...

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 3 childhood carefree and unrestrained. Our childhood is also naive, and we have tasted the ups and downs of childhood.

When I was young, the girls carried that beautiful doll everywhere. Now, the dolls that used to be inseparable from the girls lie alone in the dark corner, and they despise the dolls.

Because, when they grow up, they can't be immersed in the paradise of play forever. They should spend more time on their studies and learn more knowledge and skills, so that they can gain a foothold in society in the future. ...

Do you often hear girls cry? Well, maybe they accidentally fell down, maybe they made a mistake, and their parents taught them a lesson … but anyway, they always cry. But older children are different. They are always in tears and swallow everything.

Because they are grown up and sensible. They don't cry because of a little setback, but shrink back. They learned to be strong, face difficulties, dare to face difficulties and dare to challenge them. ...

An unforgettable childhood is worth cherishing, but we can't always live in the past. We should face the future with a brand-new look and be the best of ourselves. Whether the past years are sweet or bitter, we should bury them.

Let childhood pass, we still have goals; Let childhood pass and move forward bravely, and we should be ready to be a brand-new self; Let go of childhood, the road ahead is longer!

Let go of childhood.

In my opinion, at this flowery age, I should have run in my childhood garden, flapping butterflies and picking flowers. However, old man Time wants to take me away and bid farewell to my childhood.

I suddenly remembered sitting on a big rock and blowing bubbles when I was a child. Innocent, lively and lovely, will look at colorful bubbles trance; Will dream of growing wings and flying to the blue sky with bubbles. ...

Time old man, please don't be so heartless, let me stay in my childhood for a while, and then let me see the scenery of my childhood world. Don't let my fragile childlike innocence break like a crystal falling to the ground!

Since I stepped into the school gate, the red scarf has been gently wrapped around my neck and accompanied me for six years. It reminds me when I make a mistake; When I am sad, it comforts me; It encourages me when I fail; When I am disappointed, it tells me not to give up! I don't want to take him off, because it tells me that I will bid farewell to my childhood.

Primary school is so ordinary, so warm. I don't know if the beautiful Chinese rose is still in full bloom after I leave; Whether poplars are still tall and straight; Whether the students are still lively and lovely; Are the teachers still kind and respectable ... I don't want to leave, I can't bear to part with my precious primary school time.

Tears wet my childhood. But time will not go back, only boldly forward. The road ahead is still very long. Childhood is only a short period of life, and time will not stay.

Yes, saying goodbye to childhood is not the end, but the beginning of another. I will hold my head high and move forward boldly!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 5 Once upon a time, the sound of reading sounded in my ear; Once upon a time, the kind face of the teacher appeared in front of my eyes; Once upon a time, the lovely smiling faces of my classmates haunted my mind.

This reminds me of Shixiao, my alma mater, which I always miss.

She is the school where I studied for six years; She is the school that raised me for six years. Speaking of teachers, you taught me how to be a man, and you taught me a lot of knowledge. How many mornings and nights, your clear, melodious voice attracted our curiosity. "Hard work, hard work" can't describe your hard work and sweat for students. Teacher, you are a seeder that never rusts, sowing knowledge and ideal seeds in students' hearts; You are a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; You are a loving mother and a strict father, and you have cultivated us diligently. Ah, alma mater! When I first stepped into your door, I was still a young and ignorant child, but when I walked out of your arms, I became an ambitious teenager.

If I were a poet, I would express my love for my alma mater with beautiful poems.

If I were a painter, I would draw the most beautiful pictures of my alma mater in various colors.

If I were a composer, I would write a hymn for my alma mater with wonderful notes.

However, I am nothing. I can only study hard from now on and repay my alma mater's kindness to me in the future.

Years are like stars, passing through my dreamlike mind, like a poem, a dream of primary school life, waving goodbye to me.

Looking back with emotion is like tasting a cup of tea, reciting a poem and chewing a green fruit.

Farewell, alma mater! My dear alma mater!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition of primary school 6 Farewell to primary school and farewell to dancing with white clouds; Race with the wind; Sing with birds; And flowers and grass. Say goodbye to everything, say goodbye to naive me!

Say goodbye to primary school and play in the morning; Say goodbye to the fights between classmates; Say goodbye to greetings between teachers and students. Say goodbye to the friendship between classmates and teachers and students. I bid farewell to everything in my alma mater and to me as a child.

Say goodbye to primary school, to girls who will never grow up in the eyes of teachers and parents, to teachers' reprimands and to parents' generosity. Say goodbye to bickering and fighting with your sworn enemy. Say goodbye to walking and chatting with your best friend. Say goodbye to the days of arguing with the headmaster. Say goodbye to that wayward me!

Say goodbye to primary school and careless male classmates; Farewell to quiet sisters; Say goodbye to the headmaster with red eyebrows and green eyes; Say goodbye to teachers who are "lifelong teachers and lifelong fathers"; Say goodbye to naive me!

Say goodbye to primary school and familiar classrooms; Say goodbye to the canteen with thousands of footprints in Qian Qian; Say goodbye to the flower bed that once talked and laughed with my girlfriends; Farewell to the team representing my honor; Say goodbye to me who used to be the captain!

Say goodbye to primary school and classmates, but can't say goodbye to that friendship; Say goodbye to the teacher, but can't say goodbye to that respect; Say goodbye to the principal, but I can't say goodbye to his intentions towards me; Say goodbye to every corner of the campus, but can't say goodbye to those clear footprints; Say goodbye to the campus, but can't say goodbye to those deep memories!

Farewell to primary school, teachers and classmates, alma mater and everything to say. So, what would I welcome?

I wrote this article while watching the video of the graduation party in my class. By the way, the music at the beginning was not very good, so I think we should use Bandari.

Unfortunately, I didn't come back that day. I think I should be the only one who didn't show up. Although I am in No.8 Middle School, I still care about Class 8. Whenever I hear news about Class Eight from Wang 77 or Zhu, I am always happy. After all, that's where I struggled for two years, and I had too many memories, either happy or sad.

The slogan on the wall with white characters on the red background: Love is a thousand miles away, and you can do it and cherish it. Can this really be done? After the senior high school entrance examination, we went our separate ways. How many people can really remember everyone? I left for a year in the third grade, and when I came back, many people's faces were almost forgotten. Except for a few people who are very close to me, it often takes a long time to remember when I close my eyes. Maybe you will say that I can't remember it because I have few friends, which I don't deny. I know that I am eccentric and introverted, so I have few friends.

I wonder if anyone cried that day. If it were me, I wouldn't cry. I will laugh until I leave, because only fools are sad. I believe that parting is not the end, but a better beginning. So far, and Zhou Jelly have both sung the song "Ten Years", which I find very unpleasant. If 10 years later, we will laugh more happily and brightly. If one day does come, I think you will, but I can only watch from a distance, just watching. I am afraid of loneliness, and I am even more afraid of loneliness in prosperity.

Finally, I didn't finish watching this video, so I didn't dare to watch it any more, so I had to turn it off.

Listening to Bandari's music, I slowly merged into the mysterious world at night.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 8 Alma Mater is a familiar place and the cradle of our growth.

Walking into the school gate, the row of trees on the left is like our protector. Over the years, he used his branch to send away a batch of graduates; They welcomed a group of freshmen with open arms. In spring, his new shoots are green and tender; In summer, his shady embrace fascinated us. It would be really cool if we stood under him for a while! In autumn, the leaves that gradually turn yellow fly with the wind, and even if they stay on the tree, their bodies sway with the wind; In winter, some snow "sleeps" on his branch and looks like a sentry in clothes.

Then, what caught my eye was the playground and the surrounding red plastic runway. Looking at the playground, I can't help but recall the first three long rope competitions. Every student who takes part in the competition is fully prepared. As soon as the long rope was thrown, the first student jumped lightly, followed by the second ... the tenth, which kept repeating, almost without interruption. Finally, our class won the first place with a good score of more than 300. The contestants hugged each other, and the scene was so cheerful!

I walked to the red runway and unconsciously came to two big trees. At this time, I looked down and found that there were green grass on both sides of the tree, like a newborn baby, sticking out its little head and looking at the campus. At this time, I only felt that the campus was so kind and attached.

I am about to graduate, recertify and visit my alma mater. I think the campus is like our beloved mother, like a warm home, caring for us with new things, but never expecting anything in return.

I love you, my alma mater and my home!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 9 Now, I have entered junior high school. He has become a member of our school and bid farewell to his alma mater. I remember at that time, we walked into the campus with a light step and a smile. Now, we ride bicycles and talk about our childhood. Farewell, alma mater. In primary school, we always listened to the teacher's beautiful lectures with sweet smiles on our faces. Now we always listen to the teacher vividly with a serious atmosphere, but the teacher will still create a cheerful atmosphere. When I was in primary school, I was curious about the things around me and tirelessly asked teachers and classmates for advice. I'm always looking forward to things around me.

In primary school, as soon as the bell rang, the campus was full of vitality, and the students played freely and carefree. When the bell rings, the students' crisp reading makes pedestrians unconsciously recall the innocence of childhood.

When I was in primary school, my classmates took their fantasies and dreams and soared in their own Xiaotian sky. Travel freely in your mind with your own desires; With your own questions, look for them on the huge question mark.

Primary school, we have entered the graduating class, entered a state of intense study, and entered the preparation before the "battle." We are going to "give it a try" in order to get good academic results in return for our parents and teachers.

Now, we have entered junior high school, entered a new environment, joined a new group and joined a new big family.

We are not curious about the things around us, but rather look forward to the future; We don't have the carefree happiness in primary school, but more study; We have no childhood fantasies, but we have more dreams when we grow up.

Goodbye, alma mater. ...

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 10 Birds should leave their nests and fly to the blue sky; Ships always leave the starting point, sail before the wind; We always have to leave our alma mater to find our own blue sky! Whenever we think of separating from our teachers and classmates. I can't help feeling sad

I remember when we first went to school, the teacher smiled kindly at us! What the teacher taught us, from pinyin to upright Chinese characters, to beautiful sentences and comfortable words. These little details all express the teacher's inculcation and care for us.

Dear students, I can't give up on you. After class, we always fight and laughter stays in the classroom. We cry together, laugh together, make fun together, and taste the ups and downs together. Every corner of the campus has left our happy frolicking sound.

Campus is like our second home, where we study, play and play! Every morning, there is always the sound of us reading on campus. On campus, you will be left behind. How much have we given up!

In order not to leave regrets in our primary school, there is only one month, so we must study hard and work hard. Get excellent grades in the exam, so that our six-year efforts will not be in vain, and our sweat and tears will not be in vain! Say, "Goodbye!" We split up. One hug and our six years will be over! We were crazy for six years, and we survived 25,555 classes, 12 semesters, just for a graduation exam. Two newspapers dissolved a group, leaving graduation photo and Farewell! Although each of us is unwilling to give up on each other, we can only try to squeeze out a smile and not cry! Otherwise, it will only make us more sad.

I don't know if I can see you again in the future, but I will never forget: my amiable teacher, my dear classmate and excellent Class 6 (8)!

Farewell to the Sixth Grade Composition 1 1 The sun shines through the thick sound insulation glass of the airport, and paints a beautiful shadow for Fei. Fei Fei wants to fly to England, a country that seems far away and has gentlemen and ladies.

Fei is the most free and easy of my girlfriends. She is one year older than me, but there is still a little girl's innocence buried in her heart. She often tells me not to think too badly of things, but to find happiness in an unhappy atmosphere is the most beautiful.

So Fei said she hated that sad farewell. What she likes is Wang Bo's "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor". So that day, that sunny day, Fei smiled beautifully, and so did we. Fei vowed to give each of us a signed photo of Beckham and Owen. She smiled and said that if she were Lin Weiyin, she would definitely find her Xu Zhimo in beautiful He Kang and ancient Cambridge. We all said that she was paranoid, and Fei and we started quarreling again, laughing and quarreling, of course.

Inevitably, the waiting room rang: "Flight XX to London is about to take off." Our laughter froze. Fei is still the same, swinging his ponytail, carrying his suitcase and heading for the boarding gate. I don't know which one of us murmured, "cruel, even saying goodbye." Hearing this, Fei still smiled and said, "My heart is not as hard as your face!" " Laughter came again. I looked at Fei, and my laughter was still naive and natural.

The plane took off and took the carefree Philippines to the beautiful British Isles. Now, Fei should have breakfast early, right? Or are you imagining meeting?

Fei said that there are many kinds of parting, often very sad, but there are others like us. It's nice to say goodbye in your heart and smile and say goodbye.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 12. Do you want to say goodbye? Say goodbye to elementary school?

I looked at the blue sky at the top of the tree, and the white clouds strolled leisurely, like a lovely and shy smiling face, outlining the little excitement and slight tension when we first met. At that time, we didn't understand what farewell was and what sadness was. Whenever I see my sixth-grade brothers and sisters attached to their alma mater and teachers, I certainly don't understand. Little dream is always confused: farewell, is it so painful?

Say goodbye to the past, or to the love between teachers and students?

I looked down at the bluestone road at my feet, and the two overlapped. Extending to the distance bit by bit, just like we are exploring knowledge, not knowing what lies ahead, and helping each other under the banner of happiness. That kind of curiosity and thirst for knowledge have been with us for a day, a month and a year ... until now, looking back, I feel immature and reckless, just like a sharp little leaf, teetering in the breeze, but still standing on tiptoe and looking into the distance. Ignorant and fearless!

There is only one last semester left. Is it a prelude to farewell?

I stared at the morning dew at the tip of the grass, crystal clear, reflecting the sun, and the green grass was in full bloom. A morning breeze blew, and the mellow body of the morning dew trembled and slipped bit by bit. I wanted to jump up, but I lost my strength. A beautiful spray bloomed on the ground. Those are the tears when we say goodbye! Pain is helplessness, that sweet look back. If you want to go back to the past, you can't recover the lost time and be separated from your alma mater a little.

Do you want to say goodbye? Say goodbye to my primary school days?

I dare not think.

I tried to seize the time, but it slipped through my fingers; I tried to seize the time, but it slipped away.

Don't, will say goodbye to primary school time?

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 13 What impressed me most was the natural classroom. When I stepped into the classroom, two rows of white tables and chairs were neatly arranged in the classroom. A tree is painted on both sides of the wall. There are tall fir trees and low shrubs, which are extremely dense and dotted with this classroom. Standing in this classroom is like standing in the mysterious nature, and the teacher is like an open encyclopedia, leading us to explore the mysteries of nature. There are countless plastic fish hanging above the classroom. There are small and thin, fat and big, thin and long, all kinds, everywhere. The breeze blew and the fish swayed gently. That kind of realm is really beautiful! You really want to dive, and lovely fish swim on it. How amazing!

I came to the library again, and the book waved to me and cheered me to read it. On the right side of their classroom is a trophy showcase, in which glittering trophies are quietly placed. These trophies are earned by students through hard training. Sit in a chair and pick up a book. The quiet atmosphere makes you forget where you are soon. Unconsciously integrated into the plot of the story, felt the joys and sorrows of the protagonist, and entered a new world.

Alma mater, my other shore, I will never forget the time you spent with me. Because it was a turning point in my happiness, and you gave me great help, tolerance and confidence in my long life.

Ah! Alma mater! I miss you very much.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 14 I angrily clutched the Chinese paper, went downstairs and went straight to the Chinese office. "How did you change your Chinese midterm paper!" I opened the office door while complaining.

"Report!"

"Come on in."

"Miss Liu, correct your mistake here!" I pointed to a question on the test paper and said. I feel extremely wronged.

Teacher Liu took the paper and said, "Yes, I changed it."

After a pause, Teacher Liu said kindly, "Look, all the mistakes here have been corrected. However, if you add one point to the class, it can't be added to your grade, so don't care about that one or two points, just forgive and correct the teacher's mistakes with a broad mind, okay? "

"all right! Thank you, teacher! " I took the newspaper and slipped out of the office.

A good friend who has been hiding outside the door when he is not careful! 1, scared me, I smiled, we all laughed. At this moment, my mood is so comfortable! Tolerance, how beautiful!

Tolerance of others is indeed a rare accomplishment and a virtue.

If the sky is not tolerant, can not tolerate temporary changes, can not reflect all kinds of light, how can there be colorful beauty? If the earth is intolerant, it can't tolerate the vigorous growth of all kinds of vegetation on her, and can't tolerate the dryness, drought, flood and pollution of the air from time to time, how can it be her vast beauty? If the sea is intolerant, it can't accommodate the gathering of hundreds of rivers, storms, evaporation and rain, how can it be beautiful? If time is not tolerant, we can't tolerate some people's waste, trampling and trampling on her, nor can we tolerate a temporary cycle of life and death. How can she have continuous beauty? How can it be beautiful if fate is not tolerant and can't tolerate all kinds of people putting all their eggs in one basket, turning points and valleys? ...

Let's say goodbye to narrowness and learn tolerance from today!

Say goodbye to the sixth grade composition 15 how happy childhood is!

Childhood life is like a clear stream, humming happily and rushing forward. That stream flows through in my heart forever. The fun of childhood is like a paper boat drifting in a stream, countless.

Remember when I was five years old. My partner and I went to the back hill to play house and used tiles as bowls; Take leaves as vegetables; Use branches as chopsticks; Take bricks as the pot. "Eat, eat." This frequent cry made the earth tremble, and the partners were showing off their voices. Partners everywhere are running around, holding bowls of leafy vegetables and eating there happily! After dinner, it's time to play games-hide and seek, throw handkerchiefs, popsicles, jump on wooden horses and jump rope. ...

A string of childhood footprints, a pile of childhood stories, in this colorful years, many things have happened, although not as dazzling as the stars, but in your heart is sacred. Childhood is carefree, like seashells by the sea, like wave dolls playing all day, childhood is pure and beautiful, like a clear spring in a mountain stream!

First, quietly bid farewell to childhood and enter youth. When I recalled my childhood, I couldn't help laughing. Childhood is like a photo, which makes me feel that childhood is everywhere.

Although I have bid farewell to my childhood, I will cherish the memory it left me.

Goodbye, childhood!