10 essays of 600 words on my story with school

You are about to leave school. You must be reluctant to leave your school, right? But the story of the school is more than that. The stories that happened to you in school, record these experiences! Below I will compile 10 essays of 600 words about my story with the school. Welcome to read.

Essay on the Story of My School and Me 1

Entering the school gate, the sound of reading can be heard from a distance, and the gentle breeze blows. The sun had just risen, with a red face and a smiling face shining on a certain corner of the campus. The flowers bloomed with smiles, the birds sang, the butterflies flew around, and the bees came to collect nectar again, as if to welcome the arrival of a new day.

Looking around, rows of trees are as neat as rows of soldiers. Teaching buildings appeared one after another; in front of the teaching buildings, rows of tall and straight fake betel nut trees appeared in front of them.

In this campus, we are laughing and doing things on the bench, listening to our classmates broadcasting philosophies about life to us on the radio. The method of learning also made us understand that there are many things in life, we need to help others, and we must also know how to be grateful, repay, and give. As the saying goes: "If you don't pay, you won't get anything in return." And we must cherish time now, and there are many more.

In a certain corner of the campus, you can smell a harmonious atmosphere no matter where you go. The scent of flowers, the fresh air. You can see exciting football games and neat teams on the playground. On the stage, you can see the students showing off their strengths, giving full play to their talents, and taking on brave challenges. On the stage, we saw their wonderful performance, we cheered for them and shared the joy of their success. There is a belief behind success. As long as you have belief, you will become the best. Do you know why I am so sure? Because belief is the cornerstone of success.

In the south of the campus, I saw a red sun slowly descending. The sky instantly turned fiery red, and the moon became curved, like a sickle. There were stars in the sky, and a star river appeared in the sky. This star river seemed to be the river where the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met.

Look! This is my campus. How about it? My campus is so cute, beautiful and harmonious. Hope you have a chance to visit too.

My school and my story composition 2

My school is called __Experimental No. 2 Primary School. It is located next to Yangjiaping Pedestrian Street and across the road from the pedestrian street. Our primary school is very large. It is small and compactly arranged, but it is a place where more than 20__ teachers and students work and study.

As soon as you enter the school gate, the first thing you see is the playground. The outer circle of the playground is a red track, and the red track is covered by a green grass carpet in the inner circle. A football field and a basketball court are built on the grass carpet. The matching red and green colors make the playground look pleasing to the eye. It is our A place for running and exercising during physical education classes. On the left side of the playground, there are several table tennis tables about the size of dining tables. Next to them are several square flower pots over one meter in length, with tall, green trees planted on them. Under the small trees, there is a circle of flowers surrounded by colorful flowers. Brilliant and pleasing to the eye.

Go straight in from the gate, and across the playground you can see the three teaching buildings of our school. The teaching buildings have just been renovated, and the exterior walls are decorated in colorful colors, which makes them more festive and happy than before. Interesting, three teaching buildings are neatly arranged, close to the playground. From left to right are Building 1, Building 2 and Building 3. Building 1 is closest to the back door. Buildings 1 and 2 are our classrooms for each grade. The class teaching building and the offices of teachers. Building 3 is where our art and music classes are held.

Of course, we also have an inner playground and a small playground. The small playground is a happy little world for us to play during class, and the inner playground is a special place for first grade children to do exercises!

This is our school. If I want to make any further suggestions for our school, I would like our school to be bigger, so that our school will have more space for playing activities, and we can also plant more Flowers, plants and trees, because I think there are still too few flowers, plants and trees in our school.

Essay on the Story of My School and Me 3

It’s another warm spring day and the sun is shining in the morning.

The teacher asked me to go to the office to pick up things. Since there is a long distance from the classroom to the office, the things I picked up were not needed immediately, so I slowed down and enjoyed the beautiful scenery in the school alone.

After going downstairs, the first thing I passed was the cobblestone path. Enjoying a "massage"-like feeling, the first thing you see is a camellia bush. It was a deep purple-red color that made it impossible to divert one's attention. As one got closer, a few wisps of faint fragrance filled the air, and the petals were soft and weak, making people look pitiful. The wind suddenly picked up, picked up the petals, and fell on the path. He picked up one piece and continued to speed up the flower-scented path.

After walking down the cobblestone path, what came into view was a tall ginkgo tree. The trunk was weathered, but it was so strong that it took two people to hold it. Looking up, the trees are full of green, and the leaves are like fan tails, swaying in the wind. I know that it has been here since the founding of the school, rain or shine, "walking" all the way until now. The reverence in my heart arises spontaneously, but I think of it a few months later: the autumn wind is long, the ginkgo leaves are flying, the branches are The heads are ripe fruits...

Before I knew it, I had reached the downstairs of the office. There were dense wild flowers growing downstairs, blooming colorfully all the way down. The red ones are like fire, the white ones are like snow, the pink ones are like clouds, and the blue flowers and purple flowers don't show any weakness. They stand up tall and sway their figures. The butterflies and bees that came earlier were also buzzing around the flowers at this time.

It was getting late, so I hurriedly climbed upstairs, got my things, turned around and went downstairs, headed towards the classroom again, and saw the scenery in front of me again. In fact, they don't care whether others come to appreciate it or not, they just open it silently for their own dreams and the value of life. This kind of tenacity is exactly what I should learn. I should also do something for my dream of going to college...

Thinking of this, I quickly ran to the classroom and knocked on the door.

Essay on My Story with School 4

When I came out of my home, it was getting dark, so I pedaled the bicycle very fast.

Every time I leave home, I feel like I am far away from home. It's not that I want to leave home, but that I don't want to leave home, so every time I leave even a small distance, I feel like I'm thousands of miles away. But when you go home, you have the opposite feeling. No matter how hard you ride, you still can't see the familiar doorway. It's not that you don't want to go home, but that you really want to go home.

Along the way, it was getting darker and darker. Every day I had to travel on this big road that ran through the north and south of the small town. Sometimes there were only one row of street lights on both sides of the road. When it was quiet, it felt like the city Like a sleeping baby, we drove across the road quietly, not knowing whether we were afraid of waking her up, or were already used to sleeping like her, or were silent.

At this moment, the street lights were shining brightly, confusing my eyes. This gray city operates like this.

I arrived at school, and the school bell just rang. The school bell changed from the boring "ding bell" to a short tune with a crisp sound and a lively tune. Do you want to Wake up the sleeping cells in our bodies and tell them that there is another dream ahead, and they still have to chase it. Is it time to wake up?

Looking at the sky, it is already pale black without a single star.

As the cart walked towards the carport, I suddenly felt a burst of sadness, and tears welled up in my eyes, but they never fell. I am already a senior in high school.

When the carport arrived, there was no one, no light, and I was quietly scared. "Bang!" The sound of locking the car made everyone around tremble, and the sadness in my heart was gone. Then it shook.

I picked up my schoolbag and walked towards the classroom. Around the corner, a person kept looking at me. Who was it? I don’t know, I couldn’t see clearly. Did she see the tears on my face? Mine Doesn't it look weird?

When I walked into the classroom, there were not many people, and the TV was still on and playing songs. I sat down in my seat, took out my diary, and wrote down my messy thoughts. I felt like I had been dreaming. Same!

Essay 5 on the story of me and school

Life may take many long and short roads, big and small. I think the road from home to school when I was a child was The warmest road.

I vaguely remember that path. At that time, the two rows of big trees next to it were still so tall and straight. My grandfather led me to walk slowly on the path, while I enjoyed the atmosphere and the green shade. , while listening to my grandfather telling me stories. I like the road from home to school, it is always so pleasant.

When I was a child, my parents were busy, so my grandparents raised me by pooping and peeing. My grandpa took me to and from school.

The road from home to school is always so interesting and pleasant. There are fruit stalls on the road, uncles selling candied haws, and old people playing chess and drinking tea. When we meet them, we Always say hello cordially and they respond enthusiastically. At this time, the small stall owner would give me a bunch of small grapes, and the uncle would give me a bunch of candied haws. Grandpa looked at me with a smile, thanked them, held my hand and continued walking, wiping my mouth with a tissue from time to time, and following me Talk about what happened today.

The road from home to school is always so unforgettable for me. When I go from home to school, besides eating, listening to the stories told by my grandfather is the only thing that makes me happy. Grandpa held my hand and vividly described myths and folklore. The most vivid thing in my memory is a folk monster named Nian. Every New Year's Eve, he sneaks into the village and eats people, which makes people very scared. One day, an elderly man said, "Nian is afraid of the color red and the sound of firecrackers." So on New Year's Eve, Nian came again, but this time people wore new red clothes and set off firecrackers, and Nian was very afraid. , ran very far away, every time I hear this I am always happy and scared. The happy thing is that I know how to drive away the New Year, but I am afraid that the New Year will not come again on New Year's Eve, so I always wear a little red hat every time , for fear that the New Year will come and eat me. I fell in love with reading because of my grandfather, but every time I read the stories my grandfather told me, I always felt that there was something missing.

Now that I am in junior high school, I can’t see my grandpa all the time. I miss my walk from home to school, and even more so the time I spent together with my grandpa!

Me Story composition with school 6

In the blink of an eye, I am already in the fourth grade of elementary school. Our lovely school, Guandang Elementary School, also celebrated its tenth birthday. As a student of Guandang Elementary School, I would like to sincerely wish my school a happy birthday. I have spent four happy years studying here. I believe that in the next two years I will treat my study and life with a more positive attitude.

The school is a paradise for learning. Every day you can hear the loud and clear sound of reading. In the music classroom, beautiful singing comes from time to time, which makes art form an indissoluble bond with us. Every piece of exquisite , and creative small productions come from our pairs of dexterous hands, teaching us to use our hands to create a better life, to show our energetic faces on the playground, and to meet every day's challenges with a strong body. This This is our new knowledge.

I still remember the feeling when my parents took me into this place for the first time: the brand new teaching building, the big playground, the green lawn, the lovely smiling faces of my classmates, the kind eyes of the teacher, everything was full of youthfulness vitality and vitality. I am full of hope for my new life. At the beginning, I often couldn't find the classroom because I got lost. Now everything on campus has become familiar. I have left my footprints in many places - either happy or sad. The campus has recorded my growth.

From the time I entered school to the present, I have continuously improved myself in studies and overcame many difficulties to move towards my dreams. With the encouragement of teachers, we can express ourselves to the fullest on the platform provided by the school. I remember that in last year’s recitation competition, as the host of the school recitation competition, I successfully hosted the opening ceremony and corresponding programs of the recitation competition. This is my first time on stage, which gives me great confidence. I believe it will leave a lasting mark and lasting beauty in my life. This opportunity was given to me by the teacher and the school. Thank you for my teacher, thank you for my Xinzhi Primary School.

Now that you are about to celebrate your tenth birthday, as your child, I want to sincerely say "Happy Birthday!" You have injected golden ideals into me, and you have given me the ability to fly. strength. I will work hard to fly, believe me, I will definitely contribute my own strength to your glory.

Today we are proud of Guanxiao, and tomorrow Guanxiao will be proud of us.

My Story with School Essay 7

Everyone has to go to school, and I am no exception.

My primary school is called Xinghe Experimental Primary School. It is a school full of imagination.

Every morning, I walk around the campus, and the moist earthy smell penetrates into my nose. The small flowers beside the road are covered with crystal dewdrops, like a shining diamond. . It was crumbling. A little bird on the telephone pole opened its singing voice. Every leaf seemed to become his chorus, blowing like a grand concert. The singing accompanied me to the gate. It reminded me of six years ago. When I first entered this school.

At that time, I was only six years old and an ignorant child. I heard from my mother that I am going to first grade. I burst into tears immediately and burst into tears. He turned into a little scoundrel and sat on the ground refusing to move. My mother had no choice but to put me in the car and drive to school. I cried even more in the car, so I arrived at my mother's house in less than five minutes.

When I arrived at the school gate, the words "Wujin District Xinghe Primary School" appeared in front of me. I stopped crying, opened the car door and walked into the school. I was immediately attracted to these things. The lovable security guard uncle and the vase covered with graffiti. My mother followed me with her schoolbag and looked around the school and nodded with satisfaction.

After we visited the entire school, my mother led me into the castle of knowledge - the classroom. When I walked into the classroom, I saw the classmates chatting. I quickly found an empty seat and sat down. Chatted non-stop with the classmates next to me. It seems very familiar. My mother stood aside and nodded happily. I was told to be obedient here and left. This time I didn't cry when my mother left like I did in kindergarten. This time I just said goodbye to my mother and started talking to the classmates next to me.

Time has passed and six years have passed. This place has taught me what integrity is, what money is, and where money comes from.... This place has also brought me pain, joy, and sadness. ...especially taught me a lot of knowledge.

This is the story of me and Xing Xiao...

This story is to be continued...

Composition on the story of me and school 8

I am ten years old and have just entered fifth grade. However, I have been to five schools.

When I was five years old, my family lived in Beijing and I went to my first school: Atomic Energy Primary School. In preschool, I learned Chinese Pinyin, started reading books with phonetic notations, and learned hundreds of ancient poems.

When I was six years old, my parents wanted to go abroad, so they sent me to my grandma’s house in Chengdu. I started the first grade of primary school, so I had my second school: Yulin Primary School. Teacher Tu, the head teacher, is one of my favorite teachers. She never criticizes us and always encourages everyone. She even told parents: "Adults all make mistakes, let alone children!" In this relaxed environment, I learned a lot of Chinese characters and read several large fairy tale books that my mother bought for me before going abroad.

When I was seven and a half years old, I finally came to Canada and returned to my parents. I entered an English primary school. This is my third primary school. At first, I couldn’t understand English at all, let alone speak. However, teachers and classmates are very kind to me. The teacher often lends me some novels and lets me read them at home. There was also a little girl with blue eyes and blond hair who became good friends with me. With their help, I finally adapted to school life. In the third grade, my listening, speaking, reading and writing skills improved greatly. A short story that my teacher guided me to write was published in an English newspaper in Montreal. This gave me a lot of confidence, and I loved learning English more and more. However, because my school was too small, the government wanted to merge it with another school, and I had to face another study.

When I was nine years old, I was in fourth grade and in my fourth school, an English school. This year I feel relaxed and my studies are progressing very quickly. The happiest thing is that I can now read English novels, especially "Harry Potter", which I couldn't put down three times. In this school, I have two more Indian friends, both of whom have beautiful big eyes.

This year I came to my fifth school, which is a public French school. The school often arranges for us to participate in many interesting practical activities, such as apple picking, watching movies, skiing, etc. Learning French while playing is concrete and vivid, and not boring at all.

I can now understand daily French conversations and read some simple French books.

I have changed five schools in six years. Although I have learned a lot, I really hope not to leave my school and friends again.

Essay 9 about my school and me

Yuxin Primary School is a juvenile military school. When it comes to military schools, everyone may be a little scared. But she not only has the strictness and quietness of the military school, but also has beautiful scenery and lively classmates.

After a drizzle one day, as the sun set, I stopped on campus, and suddenly found that the teaching building made of blue and white tiles in front of me revealed in the afterglow of the setting sun something that I had not noticed at ordinary times. The beauty of simplicity and simplicity.

Opposite the teaching building, there is a green flower bed, which breeds evergreen shrubs all year round. The tall and straight shrubs are like the students who thrive on campus. We have lush flower beds thanks to the hard work of the gardeners and guardians of Yuxin.

The bright five-star red flag fluttered in the wind on the playground, and groups of teenagers wearing camouflage uniforms lined up neatly for exercise under the sun.

I recall that when I was in kindergarten, I loved to cry and make noises. If I didn’t like it, I would do whatever I wanted. When I encountered something I didn’t dare to do, I would just cry silently in the corner. . Later, I came to this juvenile military school - Yuxin Primary School, and everything about me was changed. When I first came here, I was very timid. When the teacher called on me to answer a question, I would tremble and my palms would become sweaty. The amiable and persuasive teachers at Keyuxin, and the encouraging applause from the students at Keyuxin made me boldly step onto the podium and take them to dream back to the Tang Dynasty, chant poems passionately, debate happily with them, and dance with them. Flying.

Although I don’t have many good friends in Yuxin, my classmates did not treat me indifferently. They all welcomed me with enthusiasm, and the teachers often helped me, which made me feel more cordial. Gradually, I found my confidence and began to adapt to primary school life.

Now, after three years of hard work, I have become the squad leader, and I dare to actively raise my hand to answer questions. My habits are getting better and better, and I have become a good boy in everyone's mind.

I want to say to Yuxin: "Thank you! It was you who grew up with me and taught me to be strong and have the courage to fight! Thank you! That teacher who is like spring breeze and rain, it is you who made me grow up from a timid person. The child has grown into a young man who dares to take responsibility! Now I am proud of Yuxin, and in the future I will make Yuxin proud of me!"

Essay 10 about my story with the school

< p>Campus is where we study. The campus has beautiful flowers, plants and trees. Many things have happened between me and the campus. The class is on campus. Now, let me talk about some of the things that happened between me and the campus!

In the campus, there are beautiful scenery, and there are butterflies and dragonflies flying. I was running in the corridor, and slowly, time passed. I was already in the classroom, listening to the teacher's lecture, and the teacher's voice was very loud. The sounds of reading and singing on campus spread all the way outside. The bird listened and stood motionless. The butterfly listened and stopped on the flower motionless, as if listening to the wonderful reading sound of the classmates.

Many insects were fascinated by the singing and reading sounds of their classmates. What a loud voice! How beautiful!

After class, the students were playing in the corridor. Some were running, some were walking, and some were shouting. From every corner of the campus, there was the sound of laughter. The students were having so much fun...

In my class, there are many students, each with their own characteristics. Xie Yi is the fat boy in our class. He is a math genius. If he loses his temper, it's not easy to mess with. His face will turn red, which is so cute.

Chen Boyuan is the little historian of our class. Whenever he gets upset, he walks away. He is also a joker and tells more than ten jokes every day. As soon as he told a joke, I couldn't help but hold my stomach and laugh.

Zeng Yuyi is a person who is always laughing in our class. Every morning, he would walk into the classroom with a smile on his face and face the teacher...

There are still thirty-seven students in our class who have not been introduced yet, because of time constraints. Next time I have time, I will definitely introduce all the students to you!

Let’s On campus, there is also a playground, which is the basketball court, but it is now surrounded and cannot be entered. We also have a football field on campus, which is very big, with a total length of 300 meters. The football stadium also has a podium. The last track and field meeting was held there.

At the sports meeting, I chose the 60-meter men's race, and I entered the finals. At the beginning of the finals, I was very nervous, but later, I still won the first place...

I love my campus! My campus is so beautiful, and the sound of reading is so beautiful...

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