Farewell to the sixth grade composition

In our daily life, everyone has written a composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is 10' s farewell composition for your reference only. Let's have a look.

Farewell to the sixth grade 1 In a blink of an eye, we have arrived at the day of parting from our teachers and classmates' alma mater. In front of us is a long-awaited middle school, followed by a long-established primary school. Facing graduation, I always feel uncomfortable and unhappy. I will never be reluctant to leave my alma mater, my familiar classmates and my teacher.

I came to this school in grade six. I was always silent in my previous school, even though I should accept that silence is golden. I didn't get used to it when I came to this school. I'm still in a state where I don't like to raise my hand, talk or communicate with others. Since that incident has changed my attitude towards learning.

I remember it was a new class. We have completely switched places, and I am farther away from my old good friend. This made me more unfamiliar and I didn't have the courage to raise my hand to speak. It happens that the second class is also a Chinese class, so I need to raise my hand to speak. Actually, I took a lot of notes. Seeing my classmates raise their hands, I thought to myself: everyone is raising their hands, and it's nothing to raise their hands. Why not summon up the courage to raise your hand once? This undoubtedly gave me some courage. I am also very grateful to my classmates for their subtle courage. But this influence still didn't give me enough courage. I have been afraid that I will make mistakes, so I still dare not raise my hand. Then, the teacher seems to understand the thoughts of those students who don't like to raise their hands. It seems to be comforting and criticizing: "Those students who don't raise their hands don't be afraid. It doesn't matter if they are wrong. The important thing is to summon up courage. " After listening to these words, I am more energetic and courageous. At this moment, my deskmate Ying Du whispered, "You wrote well. Why don't you raise your hand? Hehehe, you are afraid! " I heard encouragement and ridicule from her words. Encouragement gave me courage, ridicule gave me pressure, but it also gave me motivation. I raised my hand nervously to answer the teacher's question. This is the first time in six years that I have raised my hand to answer correctly. Although my heart is beating all the time, my hands are shaking all the time, my face is expressionless, and my ears seem a little hot when I express my opinion, it doesn't matter. Because I answered the question well. Since I have the courage to raise my hand this time, I will dare to raise my hand in the future.

Thanks to this school; Thanks to this teacher; Thanks to these students; Thank you for teaching me how to summon up the courage to raise my hand. I will graduate soon, so I may not be able to study together, and I may never return to this school. I believe I will always remember these classmates, teachers, schools … everything.

On the last day of the sixth grade in primary school, I felt very sad. It is really hard to think of breaking up with my classmates who have been together for many years.

In the first grade, we all lived a carefree and lawless life. At that time, we only cared about playing, so we didn't have to worry so much. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and we are in the sixth grade.

In the sixth grade, it won't be so easy, so study hard, because junior high school is coming.

Ah! We are about to graduate and leave our alma mater, which has nurtured us for six years. How reluctant I am! This is our alma mater that has nurtured us for six years!

Our teacher is like a beacon, guiding us forward. Although we are all about to graduate, she still urges us to continue our efforts and make contributions to the country in the future.

Every grass and tree here shakes its head at me in the breeze, as if to say goodbye to a friend who has lived together for six years. The flowers here are still so delicate and charming, the grass is still so green, and the flowers come in waves. Willow branches naturally fell to the ground ... I was drunk.

I can't help thinking that when I first entered school, I often chased and played with my friends. I was so naive and ignorant at that time. Even so, everyone in our class is very kind to me. They accompany me when I go to school; When I am lonely, they make up jokes to make me happy. Now, it's really hard for us to divide things. I will never forget the good times with my classmates.

All these will be the best memories in our hearts. Goodbye, alma mater! Goodbye, my dear teacher! Goodbye, my lovely classmates!

Farewell to the Sixth Grade Composition 3 The sun shines through the thick sound insulation glass at the airport, drawing 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 has many stories, all of which happened inexplicably.

Maybe it's just the story of a TV series, but in our daily life, we may not see it clearly. Because I like it, I feel that all this is blind.

If you can really predict and cheat a story, the future result will be unexpected.

I know you. I didn't know you at that time. I thought this was the end of the story, but later, I found that many things gradually had cause and effect. If you don't recover, if you don't make anything clear.

The result may be ignored.

It's just a little sad to think about it once in a while.

If you really know each other, there will be many regrets in the future. When you hear their conversation, we will obviously feel that there are traps in every conversation.

But if I were still here, none of us would feel anything.

They are all temperamental people, so they won't form a different feeling in our minds at all. Because there will never be any real sadness and despair, such a long story suddenly becomes unimaginable.

Only occasionally, I want to write them in my diary.

Suddenly, I said goodbye to the ending.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 5 Yingying Moonlight, I hold the clearest one; After sunset, I hold the warmest ray; Burning red leaves, I picked up the hottest one; Flowers in full bloom, I choose the brightest one.

In the six years of primary school life, our alma mater gave us the best learning environment and the most interesting knowledge. Students have the purest friendship and the truest care and greetings. How nice!

But in a blink of an eye, I will become a middle school student, and I bid farewell to my alma mater where I have lived for six years. From the beginning, I was a childish little boy who came to this school reluctantly. In a blink of an eye, I took off my previous childishness and put on something mature, and will leave here again. Time flies like a blink of an eye. At that moment, I understood why Zhu Ziqing wrote in a hurry: "Smart, tell me, why is my time gone forever?" My time is like a drop of water on the tip of a needle, dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. "

However, I can't help it. My alma mater trained me from a child who was not sensible. Now I have ideals, ambitions and respect for science. I came to this alma mater who loves me naked. In a blink of an eye, will I leave her naked? No, we entered the next learning stage-junior high school with the cultivation and hope of our alma mater. Wherever I go in the future, I will never forget my alma mater, and we will win glory for it.

Like birds, we cannot forget the nest where we were born. No matter how I exist, I can forget anything, but one thing is indelible-reward. Yes, we should make contributions to our alma mater: "study hard and realize our ideals." Isn't this the best reward for my alma mater? Isn't this glory for our alma mater?

Goodbye, alma mater. Goodbye, my favorite teacher. But we can also say to ourselves, "Don't be sad, because we once had …"

Say goodbye to the sixth grade composition 6 In a blink of an eye, I will graduate from primary school, which also means that I will say goodbye to my childhood and enter adolescence. I also want to bid farewell to the beautiful campus, hard-working teachers and lovely classmates. How reluctant I am to give up when I think about this! I also want to say goodbye to many bad habits: timidity, selfishness and procrastination. ...

Procrastination is the biggest shortcoming of my primary school. Because of this problem, my homework is often not finished on time. For example, when I don't have much homework, I will eat some fruit snacks when I get home, and then I want to watch TV or play games for a while. Anyway, I just don't do my homework actively, and I have to wait for my mother to urge me several times before I dawdle back to my room. But I still don't do my homework right away, but I play with my mobile phone for a while and read some extracurricular books for a while, so I finish my homework very late every day. Mom always talks about me because of this, but I go in one ear and out the other, and I don't listen at all.

Until one day, my mother quarreled with me because of my procrastination, and I fought back without weakness. Neither of us could convince the other, and finally my mother ignored me angrily. I thought I had won the "victory". When I was triumphant, my father solemnly said that he wanted to talk to me.

I am most afraid of my father at ordinary times. I was a little scared to see this expression on my father's face. But my father didn't scold me, but spoke to me calmly.

Dad said that my problem is not a small one. If this continues, I will suffer a big loss in the future. He also said that if I can get rid of procrastination, I will save a lot of time to do other things every day, such as reading extracurricular books or doing physical exercise outdoors.

Dad's words woke me up like a dream. I bowed my head in shame. Think about it. I really waste a lot of time every day. I listened to my father's words and went into my room silently.

Since then, I have changed. I will cherish time and make use of it. Many times, I have finished most of my homework at school. When I get home, I can have a lot of time to read books and exercise, or help my parents do some housework. My parents say that I have grown up.

Saying goodbye to bad habits will make you better than before and show your best side to more people.

If I were a fisherman, my alma mater would be the ocean. If I am a young plant, my alma mater is a shower; If I were a lark, my alma mater would be the sky. ...

Two years ago, I came to this school, and everything here seemed so strange. Strange classmates, strange teachers and strange teaching buildings. I still remember my anxiety when I first stepped into the classroom, my smile when I made friends, my shyness when I first stood in front of the teacher, and my joy when I first boarded the platform. Gradually, I seem to forget that this is the strange place

Time flies. Now, I have long been familiar with the paradise of "Alma Mater". I like to study hard with my classmates in class and chase and play with my friends after class every day. Even the teacher's criticism and the small contradiction between classmates make me miss it very much now. .

Alma mater, you always give me happiness and warmth. Practical activities, sports meetings, speech competitions, host competitions ... every time I fight side by side with my classmates and teachers, every moment I spend is unforgettable. In this beloved home, I suffered setbacks, I gained success, I cried, I laughed, I was disappointed, I expected. At the moment, I look at the students who are immersed in writing, and how eager they are to stop time and have a never-ending composition class with you.

Students, thank you for helping me grow up; Teacher, thank you for enlightening my mind. Thank my alma mater for giving me the best time.

Finally, I wish my alma mater: peaches and plums are all over the world!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 8 I am a sixth-grade student this year, and the day of leaving my alma mater is getting closer and closer. I hope I can do well in the exam this year and repay my school, where I spent six wonderful years. At school, we cry and laugh, and every day at school has different joys and sorrows, which makes us cry and laugh. In this world, I think I am the happiest. There are teachers who educate us and classmates who play with me. Although we will have some things to make ourselves and our friends sad and angry, no one has said anything about breaking up because the other party knows that they can't bear it. We have faced ups and downs together, been happy together and been sad together. In this school, every second is the most enjoyable. No one has ever said that we are bitter and tired. Next, let me tell you something about our joys and sorrows.

At school, all of us are like a family that has never been separated. As a member of my class, I feel extremely proud. We can work together. Every game, whether it is success or failure, we all know that we have made efforts. We have never blamed others. I remember that poem recitation. A protagonist in the class made a mistake, but everyone still insisted on the game. After stepping down, the teacher encouraged us to say; "Everyone has worked hard, don't blame yourself, we can work hard next time." When we learned that the results were announced, we were second, and no one blamed anyone. This is our class, a united class.

I remember one night, the teacher said; "If one day, we separated, what would you do? What will you do if I stop teaching you? " The classroom is quiet because everyone doesn't want to be separated from the teacher. At that time, I couldn't control the jewel in the corner of my eye and it fell. I don't want to be separated from my teacher. I hope the teacher will teach us 10% until we graduate, which is the wish of our class.

Too many unforgettable things have happened in this school, but one thing I will never forget is singing on the playground with my favorite friends. We all have a tacit understanding We all love music and are crazy about love. As long as we can, we will sing together and talk about private affairs, which is the happiest thing. We also quarreled, but as soon as we sang, we made up immediately. Music is a happy thing for us and a kind of magic.

Finally, I want to ask you, you must have had a period of 6 years that made people laugh and cry. I hope you can write it and share it with everyone.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 9 "Day after day, year after year, happy childhood ..." This song played the melody in my heart. Childhood is a spring breeze, which stays behind, but it has to drift away; Childhood is a happy bird. After training, it will fly to the blue sky now. Childhood is a jumping note, playing a concerto full of childlike interest. ...

Farewell, that gentle face. Once upon a time, I was happy for a satisfactory gift, worried about a choice, and shed tears for a difficult wrestling ... My face was colorful when I was a child. Now, I will not change my expression so easily, not because I am slow, but because I cherish this innocence in my heart.

This familiar face has immature traces, which explains the fun of childhood.

Farewell, real eyes that day. Once upon a time, I hesitated because of sadness, but showed simplicity because of happiness ... how many times I let ignorance occupy my eyes, how many times I let ignorance occupy my heart, and my eyes brought me light and sunshine. Now, I will look at the world with mature eyes.

Childhood eyes are colorful, showing happiness.

Farewell, this carefree childhood, from now on, I will leave this ranks and sharpen my wings in the blue sky. All my disappointments in childhood will turn into a sailboat, carrying me and riding the wind and waves.

Say goodbye to the sixth grade composition 10 When I was thinking about what was interesting when I was a child, I suddenly realized that I had said goodbye to my childhood.

I once listened to my parents reminiscing about their childhood. Those things that sneak out to play without adult supervision sound very desirable. Once, my father secretly went swimming in the Yellow River. When he came home, my grandmother jumped on him and hit him. He argued that he did not go. Grandma snorted and scratched his arm with her nails. He was silent. It turns out that the Yellow River has a large amount of mud, and when it enters the water, it will be wrapped with a thin layer of mud. Dad said that he never went swimming in the Yellow River after that. It is said that children nowadays have no childhood. I don't think it's true. Although the range of activities as a parent was not very large when I was a child, some memories were quite interesting.

My family lives in a remote place, but I have many friends. There are three or four people about my age, Tao Tao is one year older than me, Sasha and Kiki are my age, and Homi is one year younger than me. During the fourth grade summer vacation, we got together almost every night, played hide-and-seek, rode bicycles, walked up and down the street in the community laughing and passing by dark places, and I don't know who let out a scream, which immediately attracted everyone to scream together. Kiki said, let's tell ghost stories. In the community at night, it may be to keep a quiet environment, and more likely to save money. Except for the moon bridge on the artificial river, the street lamps in other places are very dark and have a ghostly atmosphere. Before they could respond, I began vaguely: "One morning, I couldn't see my fingers. A woman in white just withdrew money from the bank and was walking alone. She felt that someone had been following her ... "I stopped talking and they kept asking: What happened? What happened afterwards? Tao Tao asked the most vigorously. In fact, this story is the predecessor of the reserved paragraph performed by Xiao Shenyang now. It was a little scary, but after listening to it, I knew there was nothing to be afraid of. Sasha vujacic tells the story of a serial killer, Kiki tells the story of a vampire, and Tao Tao says he can only listen, but not talk. How can this be true! Because storytelling is stuck in the biggest Tao Tao, everyone feels meaningless and has to go back to their homes. M-girls went home separately, but they walked a long way. Looking back, Tao Tao stood alone with his arms around him under the street lamp. It turns out that the ghost story we told scared him! We all laughed when we saw the little boy lonely and helpless. Finally, we all walked him to the door. As a result, Tao Tao cried with his eyes closed until his mother opened the door ... That summer vacation, I almost finished writing all the ghost stories I knew. Later, Tao Tao's mother told my mother that your Niu Niu is the best at telling ghost stories, one after another, scaring us to go to the toilet alone. ...

After that summer vacation, Tao Tao was promoted to the sixth grade, and Sasha and Kiki and I were promoted to the fifth grade. When we are busy with our homework, it seems like a burden when we meet. When we meet after class, we are less joking and more asking how to do this problem.

Interesting things are interesting because they can't be copied, and childhood memories are happiest because they are carefree and simple.