Composition centered on "Campus, I Sing for You"

My alma mater is my second home, and I grew up happily in this warm home. The teacher takes care of me like a mother, and a thousand words are not enough to express the teacher's nurturing feelings. In half a year, I will leave my beloved alma mater. Looking back on the past five years, I will never forget that deep teacher love.

I remember when I was in the first grade, I was still a shy and introverted girl. One morning, my mother was on a business trip. No one combed my hair after getting up, so I had to look in the mirror, pick up a comb, put on a crooked ponytail and carry my schoolbag to school. On the way, I met Miss Xia. She came to me and said, "Good morning, Qi Yiming! Your hair is in a mess, isn't your mother at home? " I nodded embarrassedly. Teacher Xia smiled and said, "Never mind, I'll comb it for you when I get to school!" " "As soon as I entered the school, Mr. Xia took me directly to the teacher's office. She took out a beautiful blue wooden comb from her bag, then a pair of furry headdresses and took me to the mirror to help me comb my hair. After a while, two ponytails with small fluffy balls appeared on the little girl's head in the mirror. At this moment, my heart is really warm. Teacher Xia is as good to me as her own mother. After school, when my mother came to pick me up, she asked me curiously, "Who combed your hair?" "It's so beautiful." I made a face and said naughtily, "The secret can't be revealed!"

Teachers in junior grades are like their mothers, while teachers in senior grades are as close as friends with our classmates. As we all know, due to graduation, the fifth-grade students are very nervous, under great pressure, and there are many exams, and the teachers are very considerate of us. Once the district monitored the exam, we were under greater pressure and the teacher was very tired. In Chinese class, the teacher said, "Everyone has a hard time these days. After the exam, we will hold a large party to let everyone relax. " When everyone heard this, they quickly asked, "Where are you going? Where are you going? " The teacher said, "Have you finished the exam?" The teacher is really cheating, but we are more focused on our studies. A week passed and everyone did well in the exam. The teacher said mysteriously, "dress beautifully on Friday, let's go to the party!" " "The classmates shouted in unison. On Friday, we went to the classmate's restaurant together. Teachers sit with us, and they become children as old as us, chatting with us, playing games with us, and only we laugh happily. In the laughter, we realized the teacher's deep affection.

How I want to say to old man Time: Please walk slowly! Let me spend more time in this chrysanthemum-blooming campus and better taste this deep teacher's love!

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As the saying goes: Time flies, time flies. Six years of poetic and dreamlike primary school life is about to wave goodbye to me.

Goodbye, my dear alma mater! Goodbye, my alma mater that I will always love!

Recalling the past is like reciting a poem and tasting a cup of tea.

Ah, my alma mater! When I first walked into your arms, I was still a young and ignorant child, but when I was about to walk out of your arms, I was already a literate teenager, and you raised me.

Unconsciously, I remembered the classroom where the book rang, which symbolized the friendship between me and my classmates. How much knowledge this classroom carries is what gives me strength and wisdom. I will always be attached to you, the classroom I love!

I thought of my teacher, who taught me to learn pinyin and write compositions. How many days and nights, regardless of fatigue, regardless of the cold and heat, she corrected our homework, how many days and nights, taught us to know every word and understand every sentence. No matter how you describe it, you can't describe every drop of sweat that the teacher has paid for us. Teacher, you are like my parents, cultivating us diligently; Teacher, you are like that silkworm. You are like a candle that silently illuminates everything. Teacher, you are our enlightenment. From the moment you set foot on your alma mater, you taught us a lot of knowledge and how to be a man. I will always remember you.

The dribs and drabs of the past are now the past and will be sealed in my memory forever. What I am about to face is a new world and a new environment. I wonder what my alma mater will be like at the next class reunion. Perhaps after us, there are groups of people sweating here, leaving many tears and laughter here and practicing their own strength here.

Let's bless our alma mater and the next generation better and stronger than us!

Goodbye, my alma mater, goodbye, my alma mater that I will always admire! !