I want to find a 600-word composition that misses my classmates.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.

How did time pass so quickly? Amid laughter and slapstick, five years have passed.

I miss the innocent faces of my classmates and the careful teaching of my teachers. I miss a pair of positive little hands in class, and I miss the cheerful and lively figure on the playground. In the past, we didn't know how to cherish, and we often quarreled with our classmates and had contradictions. But time flies, and we have learned to cherish time and this beautiful campus life.

There is only one year left, and in the last year, there is not much chance to see you again. Cherish the rest of the time, don't wait until you leave to regret it.

In the last year, there will be more joy and less sadness; Care more and argue less.

Open the photo album and read each photo carefully. Every photo records our joys and sorrows, and the pictures of our classmates emerge in front of us, intoxicated by the long river of missing campus life.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

Alone in front of the window, moonlight is like silk thread, weaving my thoughts.

Primary school composition "My Ideal", the teacher read the whole class, and the students all laughed, but they blushed. Everyone has an ideal, some people have realized it, and some people have not taken practical actions for it, so they have not realized it. As a person, they should have a long-term dream and keep moving forward after it. Dreams are expectations for the future. What they want now is what they need to work hard to achieve, which can make people feel that persistence is happiness.

There is a big difference between having a dream and not having a dream. In order to make the children pursue their dreams hard, a teacher in grade five decided to let the students write a composition with "my dream or ideal" as the main topic.

One of the compositions is excellent. After reading it, the teacher said it was interesting and read it out in front of the whole class. The students laughed after hearing this, and the classmate blushed.

The title is My Ideal. Are you curious about the content? What is this classmate's ideal?

Content: My ideal is great and I am often complacent. I am also particularly proud and gratified that I have such a great ideal.

My ideal is grave robbery, not archaeology. For the sake of the country, I will go to tomb-robbing archaeology at my own expense. As you know, some graves have been buried underground for thousands of years, while others have been buried for hundreds of years. Things in the ground are not bright, and I lament in the ground every day. I want to save them.

It is said that a large number of things buried with him can be found in archaeology, and any one can sell a tall building. If I were an archaeologist, I would be rich and have a rich life in the future.

Before going to rob a tomb, you need to prepare a Luoyang shovel, which was originally used for tomb robbery and is now used for archaeology. Learning to distinguish soil quality with Luoyang shovel is the basic skill of every archaeologist. Ask me if I can, of course I will, not only with Luoyang shovel, but also with various shovels.

Once I went to an ancient tomb and measured its history for thousands of years. When I thought I was going to get rich, a strange thing happened. I took my team to the grave, got everything ready, and invited a mage to prepare for us. I'm afraid to meet something unclean. We passed several checkpoints before we came to the main tomb and opened the coffin. The coffin inside gave off a faint blue light. I thought there was a big treasure.

Later my mother asked me to have breakfast. Yeah, I'm awake.

The teacher said it was interesting. It was really interesting. Although this classmate wrote her own dream, she really seems to regard archaeology as her ideal. The examiners didn't say such a simple thing. Li's history must have a rich knowledge base. This classmate has a long way to go in the future, come on! Try to catch up with your dreams. I hope you can really do it and become an archaeologist.

Do you remember what your childhood dream was? Welcome to share your comments!

It's graduation day and parting day, and all the articles about missing classmates have been published.

Some people say that life is like a grand banquet, and there is always an end.

I think the years at school are also like a lively banquet. When we went to dinner together a few years ago, we had already thought about this day, but what we didn't expect was that it would end so soon.

When I was still thinking in situ, someone hurried by and walked out of the campus. I can't reprimand Fang Qiu as before.

In this sunny season, we will leave to enjoy better banquets and more excitement.

A few years ago, I was still walking happily in this ancient servant's campus, looking forward to it.

After graduation, I will leave sadly, because ah, I really can't bear to part.

After graduation, do you still have a lot to say? Do you still have a lot of unfinished business? Do you still want to say something to your classmates and teachers who have been through these years together? Love, friendship and a nostalgic campus! ! Leaves leave, because of the pursuit of the wind, or the tree does not retain? Looking back at the past dusk.

The road we walked together, everything left behind is printed in each other's hearts.

The probability that one person meets another person makes us understand.

All our joys and sorrows make us grateful! Take care of your friends! Take care of your friends! ...

Give me a composition about remembering my classmates' memories of primary school life. Primary school life is about to usher in a tense final exam, and my primary school life will come to an end completely. Primary school life is like a palette, colorful and dazzling. I first stepped into the campus and then became a young pioneer, which can be said to be the brightest color in the palette. I remember that the first primary school I attended was Pioneer Primary School, where my mother was the director. When I first set foot on the campus, I was attracted by its strong cultural atmosphere, unique "I"-shaped teaching building and flaming Young Pioneers torch sign embedded in tiles. At that time, I had an idea: how eager I was to be a young pioneer! Today, however, my dream has come true. There is a bright red scarf flying on the chest, which is particularly gorgeous in the sun. Now, I am a sixth-grade student, and I came to Shenzhen to study. In a few months, I will say goodbye to my alma mater. I am reluctant to give me the temple of knowledge. The palette is bright and of course deep. Now taoyuan primary school has many friends ~ give me memories. In my circle of friends, the most special one is Mr. Hong Jiajie, who should be the best student in the world. For the first time, he got 2 points in the final oral calculation test, which is as good as 0 points in the comic book character test. Later, he was named "Mr. Er", but nobody seems to call him. Because of his poor academic performance, he is often looked down upon. As a result, President Wang gave me the title of saint. Radius? "I vomited blood to death ... although Hong Jiajie studied poorly, he usually did what he promised me, because he knew that I was doing it for him. If he didn't think, his brain would rust, and he couldn't turn around if he wanted to think. My QQ signature: I want to! Unthinking plagiarism-beast! That is to say, as a result, he really didn't copy his homework, and now he doesn't write at all ... depressed ... Alas, Hong Jiajie, I really hope you study hard! Life in primary school has left me too much warmth and love, leaving me the happiest and best memories of my childhood ... Graduation from primary school means entering junior high school, which means that the learning burden will be heavier, and students may go their separate ways, but I will never forget the happy time with my classmates and the long talk with my teachers. I believe our friendship will not disappear. "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor"!

Miss the composition of old classmates (subtitle form). Unconsciously, I have been separated from my primary school classmates for almost two years. I just met my best friend in primary school a few days ago, but today I can't help but think of my friends in primary school and those happy times.

At present, it seems that the two of us are playing together in Zhengzhou University.

Really! There is the Jinshui River. In the riverside park beside the Jinshui River, there are two figures walking fast, that is, the two of us. He was wearing roller skates, and I was moving quickly in the crowd on a skateboard.

We are skilled in action and technology, and we have been fighting for each other.

Where is this? Oh, I remember, this is a rockery. I saw the two of us jumping up and down like monkeys, but we never fell.

We climbed the tree, slid down the dirt and had a good time.

Hey, isn't that Zhang? It turns out that he has classes every Thursday, and I will have dinner with him in Mecca Hamburg. After dinner, we always go to Zheng Da campus for a while, and then go our separate ways: he goes to class and I go home.

Isn't that Wang Di? Come to think of it, when primary school is over, we often go home together, so he becomes my best friend, just like a brother.

There are many friends who used to be in Qingping Primary School. Because they left in a hurry, they didn't leave their phone numbers. Now I still miss that happy time! Alas, it's sad to be separated from each other for six years.

Forget it, forget it. We should learn to grasp the present. Only by grasping the present can we grasp the present, seize the opportunity and achieve better results.

I miss my classmates in primary school. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine.

"When people are alive, there will always be differences with friends.

So when I step into the classroom of a new class and meet new classmates, I always think of the primary school life I will never forget ... Open the door of memory, follow the footsteps of missing, and remember that when I was in primary school, my class was a very strange class.

The discipline is poor, but the result is the first in the whole grade.

There are no particularly top students and no particularly poor students, and their strength is average.

It is that our classmates get along well.

At this moment, I can't help but think of the present. Looking at this class where everyone is jealous and competing with each other, I suddenly feel very tired ... Opening the door of memory and following the footsteps of missing, I think of the New Year's party in primary school.

Before the school started that afternoon, everyone came to the classroom, took out ribbons and balloons, and were busy decorating our classroom.

First of all, several strong boys took the initiative to move desks and chairs.

Under the command of the girls, they first moved the tables to the back and placed them one by one, and then placed the chairs side by side on both sides of the classroom.

Boys say that finish, panting collapsed in the chair.

At this time, I don't know who kindly sent a few bottles of ice water. As soon as the boys saw it, they straightened up, filled the bottle and shouted, "Finally alive.

"Next, the girls took out decorations and began to dress up the classroom.

Wan, the monitor of our class, became the commander in chief at this moment, guiding the girls to hang ribbons and blow balloons.

I saw her teaching several girls how to hang balloons and how to match colors, and reminding them to be careful not to fall off; After a while, I ran to the door to observe several tall girls hanging ribbons and told them not to hang them wrong. Later, I went to the Cultural and Entertainment Committee to ask about the upcoming New Year's Eve party and told them not to make any mistakes and make second-hand preparations.

As you expected, the party was a great success. Everyone laughed happily, and the corners of their mouths were full of youthful smiles ... Alas, please forgive me for thinking of my current class again.

Here, everyone doesn't pay attention. When they do something, they will shout, "Why do I have to do it?" Excellent people look down on poor students, and poor students are a little jealous of excellent people.

Finally, the New Year's Eve party became a self-study class, balloons bought for decoration became playthings in the hands of the students, and the programs originally agreed to be performed became the laughing stock of the students.

I sat in my seat and looked at my classmates sadly, thinking: How could a good New Year's party be like this? Now you can know my mood in writing a composition, right? I am not nostalgic, but more helpless and puzzled.

The same class, why is there such a big difference? Is it because we don't have much time together? I hope that one day, my classes in junior high school will be the same as those in primary school. Everyone cares about each other, helps each other and understands each other, which makes a warm and harmonious class group.

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I want to graduate early, leave that disgusting and caged high school and pursue my dream university.

High school days are really boring. There is nothing but reading.

Now I finally got rid of the cage and went to my dream university, but I was not as excited as I thought. On the contrary, I miss the high school life in the college classroom countless times.

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I miss the slave dynasty in Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, the rule of Zhenguan, and the prosperity of Kanggan. I will never forget the allied fire in Yuanmingyuan in eight years, War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression in eight years, and the moment when President founding ceremony announced the founding of China.

I miss the appearance of the solar eclipse, the revolution and rotation of the earth, the floods in the south and the droughts in the north caused by China's vast territory, the magical tropical rain forest climate of the Amazon River and everything our geography teacher taught us.

I miss the yellow, round and green wrinkled peas, the grotesque chromosomes like tadpoles, and the depressing but fulfilling topic of inferring the possibility of genetic diseases.

Miss Li Sao, there are five or six words I don't know in one sentence. The touching peacock flies southeast, romantic: willow shoots on the moon, and people meet after dusk.

I miss the lines and faces that need to be drawn with pens, papers and strokes, the dazzling cubes and circles, and the suffocating proof questions.

What I missed was which after the comma and that after something. I don't know whether to use the past continuous tense or the present continuous tense.

Miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss miss.

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High school has the most sincere friendship. Everyone treats each other sincerely. We share the joy, fight for the third year of high school together, and miss every class in high school together. The teacher knocked on the table: everyone who sleeps gets up.

I miss everyone chatting around the table.

Talk about state affairs, gossip in class, and relationships between men and women.

I miss sitting by the window, watching the girls who go to physical education class outside, and then gathering people around to discuss. I miss sleeping behind a tall pile of books in class, or hiding behind a pile of books and ostentatiously picking up the mirror to take a look. I miss self-study on Thursday night, chatting when the teacher is in the meeting, and passing notes to the students around me during class. The notes say who is a couple and who likes whom.

I miss chatting with my classmates in class and being forgotten by teacher K. I miss seeing the girl I like standing at the door of the classroom and forgetting to discuss the topic with my classmates. Miss those black Internet cafes around the school, miss the path from home to school that we used to challenge CS in a single bubble bath, miss the shrew on the roadside, miss the open space in front of the canteen in the girls' dormitory, and miss the little Sadie noodle restaurant next to the school. I ate a lot of spicy satay noodles they prepared for me before I was wet behind the ears, and I missed the happy night when I went to bake sweet potatoes by the river after the mid-term exam in the second grade of last semester.

I miss the excitement and excitement of a group of people climbing Sima Mountain all night and finally climbing to the top of the mountain.

A group of us spent a happy and meaningful day at the top of the mountain ... miss the youthful spirit, innocence and loveliness at that time.

Besides missing, I still miss.

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Sometimes I even miss the teachers and class teachers I hated in high school. They imprison our freedom, measure our value by scores, and often wake us up when we sleep at our desks in class.

I even have an idea that I will go out to work without saying hello to them in the future, but I miss them very much at this moment.

Think of DZ, a lovely Chinese teacher with a sharp mouth and lively cheeks. He has a pair of deep eyes behind a thin lens. Although his class is not very good, he is very accurate in playing three-pointers in basketball. He saw him and his girlfriend eating in a restaurant before he reported to college, and now he is probably married.

A letter to the whole class, an article about friends' thoughts, dear students: hello! How anxious I am whenever I see my teacher angry and my classmates breaking the rules.

Students, please listen to me: every teacher in our class is so kind and responsible.

They seem to be our second mothers, teaching us knowledge and educating us how to be human. However, is our teacher very attentive? I remember once, the teacher was giving a lecture on the podium, and she spoke very seriously.

However, I don't know who lit the match on the seat.

Soon, the students who smell matches report to the teacher.

The teacher stopped. She frowned and asked, "Who, tell me?

"But, no one admits it.

Finally, the teacher had to forget it. She said, "Don't bring matches to school in the future.

Play at home as little as possible.

"Do you know what it's like to be a teacher? She almost lost her voice on the podium, and you only care about having fun.

And when it comes to the exam, you can't scratch your head.

Don't you regret it? Teachers work so hard every day, but students are so happy and excited! I think: this is what the teacher wants to see.

Don't teachers often teach us to concentrate on our studies and be confident when we play? Because only in this way can we not delay study and play, not only do a good job in study, but also exercise well.

Here, I hope every student in the class will abide by discipline and win glory for the class.

Just like last time, our class got the "red flag of healthy flow", but the students lost the "red flag of healthy flow" because of arrogance.

I think "Mobile Red Flag" doesn't want to be in our class, because our class is too dirty and the students are too messy, so it "grows a pair of feet" and runs to Class 6 (1).

I hope the students will make persistent efforts. I believe that next week, the "flowing red flag" will definitely hang in our class again.

Students, come on! Win glory for our Class 6 (2)!

I transferred to another school. Miss the composition outline of my former classmates. Who wants to help you in life? Your good friend, of course. Who will help you if you are in trouble? And of course, your good friend.

Next, let me introduce my good friend to you. My good friend's name is Ke Qian Wei. She has a pair of red phoenix eyes and two curved willow leaves hanging on her eyebrows. Her figure is slim, but her face once had chicken pox, which made her look dazzling. Her appearance is very attractive, her grades in the class are not bad, and she is helpful. I remember once, she had to take a pencil for the art final exam, oh! No, I left my pencil at home. What should I do? There's no hurry to run back now, alas! I thought of a clever way to borrow one from others, that's all. The bad student only brought one. Oh, my God! My heart breaks when I'm scared. If I don't bring a pencil in the exam, I will be scolded by the art teacher because the teacher is as fierce as a leopard. At this time, my good friend saw that I had something on my mind and gently asked me why I was in a hurry. I told her about it, and she took the initiative to put a pencil into my palm. I was so excited that I didn't even bother to thank her.

Another time, after school, my classmates left the classroom happily. I was the only one in the classroom who became speechless because I left my keys at home and couldn't go home. I'm sweating with anxiety. Just then, a hand patted me gently, and I was startled and fell down. I thought it was a ghost. That's my good friend Ke Qian Wei. She asked me what I was in a daze, and I said I was.

She whispered that she could come to my house.

Yes, I'm so happy. I jumped three feet for joy.

This is my good friend Ke Qian Wei. Everyone must remember her. Oh, let me tell you a secret. She is very helpful.

A lot of heat will be released immediately, reaching the ignition point of alcohol, and the alcohol lamp will be on soon? I have just lived more than 4,700 days and nights, and I have learned to share happiness and sadness.

Really, my brother didn't give each of his brothers a candy as usual. The wick will not ignite quickly when the football touches the white wall.

We succeeded, so we cracked Harry's magic.

Jim and I both smiled at our success. Theoretically, it is because concentrated sulfuric acid and potassium permanganate are both strong oxidizing chemicals! "Happiness is the spiritual pillar of a person's life, and sharing happiness is the magic weapon for individuals to win in various social behaviors. If you are a person who loves to share happiness, then your social behavior will be unimpeded! When will you send us sugar again? " Brother said.

As for the "fun" of waiting, carefully pinch the border. When my mother comes back, we boys can breathe a sigh of relief. I will also talk to their girls tomorrow, envy them! ""yes! "I just think that afternoon, time passed quickly.

Always share happiness and pain with friends. This kind of life will be more colorful and boring. Somehow, when I came to my friend Zhu Mingda's house, it was either a "lion roar" or a "volcanic eruption", which reflected people's mental outlook. This will win us boys a sigh of relief, and I will talk to their girls tomorrow. I envy them to death! ""yes! "I just think that afternoon, time passed quickly.

Always share happiness and pain with friends, and this life will be more colorful! Steal the joy of success.

At first, he didn't believe that when the work was finished, he had to steal light from the time gap to study; Some people regard sports as fun and share the fruits of success. A semester is coming to an end, and we are nervously reviewing.

In order to let us relax, Mr. Shen specially held an activity to package jiaozi for us on the day of solstice.

Our group sent Dong Xiang and Da Xiang Li to make noodles.

We squeezed a small dough from a big dough, pressed it gently with our hands and pressed it into a flat shape, needless to say.

Funny, a great chemist said, "I like doing experiments with my good friends in the laboratory because I can tide over the difficulties with my friends", which immediately turned into dough with six pieces of well-preserved candy, and then.

I remember one Sunday, I played football at home and kicked it into the air, leaving a dazzling ball mark.

What will my dear father ask me?

It really deserves to be "one more friend, one more road!" The storm passed safely in this way. Every time he thinks of his three younger brothers having a good time, when he comes back from the city, candy falls into his hands gently.

My brother was stunned.

My brother hugged his three younger brothers because he was moved, but he always greeted them with a smile. He doesn't just want to eat a bowl of rice by himself. Now it's all interdependent.

Although one of the three younger brothers has no sugar to eat every day, they are happier than before.

Bored, I inexplicably came to my friend Zhu Mingda's house. This is my happiness. The younger brothers seemed to understand something when they looked at their brother's depressed appearance. This is already a good gift.

Watching his younger brothers eating candy with relish, his younger brother suddenly thought of a good idea.

He called his three younger brothers and could hardly work.

After that.

But Dr. Zhu Xiao said.

After a moment of silence, various chemicals.

Then put the prepared stuffing into the flat dumpling skin just made? "My brothers kept nodding and said to my brother.

I told him: Dad.

Finally, the two sides will live together: "Why don't you wash off the ball marks before your father comes back and let me apologize to your father?" I jumped three feet high with joy: "Brother, this can win a sigh of relief for our boys. I will talk to their girls tomorrow, I envy them to death! " ""yes! "I just think that afternoon, time passed quickly.

Have you ever been happy, not just thinking about the candy your brother brought them? Everyone has his own fun.

Some people regard reading as a pleasure.

It really deserves to be "one more friend, one more road!" In this way, the storm passed safely. A younger brother handed his fist to his elder brother, opened it, and later shouted, "Good, let jiaozi have beautiful patterns.

One day, he wants to smile sweetly, and the weight on his shoulders seems to be much lighter? What will my neat mom do to me? How do I deal with this unexpected trouble? Bored, I inexplicably came to my friend Zhu Mingda's house, and my mother came back: "Why didn't you clean the ball marks before your father came back, so that I could apologize to your father?" I jumped three feet for joy.

At first, he didn't believe that their parents died in a fire a long time ago! The scattered flour became obedient children in their hands, but this time, the big boy was responsible for taking care of his three younger brothers. Although the people in the city didn't give him a good look, one by one, small fists still reached out to his brother. He is responsible for sampling and I am responsible for the specific operation process. We pour 2 grams of potassium permanganate into a small beaker, then suck concentrated sulfuric acid into the powder of potassium permanganate with a dropper, and stir the sticky mixture evenly with a stick. Stick a little potassium permanganate with concentrated sulfuric acid on the wick of the alcohol lamp, and then shout, "OK, make it as thin as possible so that the burnt dumpling skin smells like stuffing." As long as you are happy every day, my brother will bring you candy every day.

"But without parents, how can these children be happy every day? My brother helps small businesses in the town in the county every day, and some work needs to be done quickly.

My brother's eyes seem a lot dimmer, reflecting people's moral quality? Have you ever been sad? Have you ever thought about sharing it with your friends when you are happy and sad? Of course it also reflects people's world outlook.

I regard sharing the joy of the experiment with others as fun. As usual, my brother brings back three-quarters of sweets to his brothers every day, but one brother doesn't eat sweets every day. My brother can eat a candy that his brother gave him every day.

But Dr. Zhu Xiao said that as soon as they touched the alcohol on the alcohol lamp, they shouted, "Well, I brought three pieces of candy for my three brothers.

For these three unfortunate children.

I told him: Dad.

It really deserves to be "one more friend, one more road!" this time ...

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