Do your homework in class, the sixth grade of Chinese, and reluctantly say goodbye. _

In study, work and life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition, which can vent their emotions and adjust their mood. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is my farewell composition for the sixth grade. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it. Farewell to the sixth grade composition 1 Dear teachers and classmates: Cherry blossoms bloom six times in a long time. The annual rings of life have also increased by six circles. We gathered in the playground for the last time, in the experimental primary school surrounded by purple cherry blossoms. Since the transfer, more than 1500 calendars have been torn. Every calendar seems to be a colorful photo, recording the life of my school and my life. I seem to see the teacher's hoarse voice in class again, and the students patiently explain their doubts to each other ... I remember one day three years ago, the word "choice" appeared in my composition, and I was surprised-my article. At that time, excitement filled my brain. I still remember that it was an article about running away from home. As a young man, I am stubborn and never give up. Running away from home is a common occurrence. This is a long article with four and a half pages of single stationery. It was a long article at that time, and only half of it was used to describe my appearance. I feel uneasy about reading a composition as a model essay. The class was quiet, so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat "plop, plop". I spoke a little fast with a slight vibrato. After reading that description, Mr. Gu motioned me to stop and asked, "Image?" Say I am the essence, slow down and reread. I read it three times, and it is unforgettable, which has made me who I am today. Dear teachers and students, six years have passed in a hurry, and the cherry trees here are still full of vitality with their own beauty. We want to bid farewell to our wonderful childhood, bright red scarf and prepare to go to a new school. Goodbye, dear alma mater. In your arms, we become strong from weakness and brave from timidity. Tomorrow we are the pillars of the motherland, please be proud of us, goodbye, alma mater, looking back, your stone. Goodbye, dear students, let's remember every day and night that we carved together, and let our friendship last forever. Goodbye, dear teacher, you are a diligent gardener. We, the flowers of the motherland, will never forget you, because our germination and growth are bathed in your sunshine and rain. Goodbye to my alma mater, and we will always remember you. Farewell to the sixth grade composition 2 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 sixth grade composition 3. Get together and leave. Our alma mater left us many wonderful memories. This is the farewell of a sixth-grade class to its alma mater. In front of this familiar teaching building, we held a flag-raising ceremony in the solemn sound of the national anthem. However, for the sixth-grade students, today's flag-raising ceremony is unusual. This is the last flag-raising ceremony we attended at our alma mater. In another week, the students will bid farewell to their alma mater and embark on a new starting point in life. I will never forget the harmonious campus of my alma mater. Here is a quiet and fertile soil with trees. Here is the cradle of knowledge, where ignorant children put their wings and fly their dreams; This is our "home" full of happiness and true feelings ... farewell, beautiful campus. Good learning environment, spacious and bright classroom; Various forms of extracurricular activities let us discover our own bright spots, show our elegant demeanor and enhance our self-confidence. I can't forget the teacher's tireless teaching. When I failed, the teacher encouraged me; It was the teacher who helped me when I was in trouble. When I am confused, it is the teacher who guides us ... sometimes I feel that teachers are like parents and give us meticulous care; Sometimes I feel that teachers are like friends, giving me encouragement when we encounter setbacks; Sometimes I feel that teachers are just like classmates, and they get along well with us, so kind and kind. I can't forget the sincere friendship between my classmates. The wonderful fragments of classmates getting along overlap into a beautiful light ring, shining with the colorful life. Say goodbye to our alma mater and wait for our future. The road of life will inevitably have twists and turns. As long as we strengthen our confidence and face it with a smile, we will definitely reach our successful destination. Students, no matter where we are in the future, we should care about our alma mater, pay attention to it, support it and publicize it. Why? Because the alma mater complex is the eternal brand of life, the alma mater will always be our spiritual home. Thank you, teacher. I wish the teacher good health and smooth work. I thank my alma mater and wish it a better and more brilliant future. Thank you, classmates, and wish them progress and happy growth. Farewell to the sixth grade composition 4 Swallows have gone, and there is time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. -The inscription time is gone forever. Recalling the dribs and drabs of primary school, I can't help but burst into tears. In these six years, I shed tears because of my poor exam results, laughed because of winning the prize, was sad because of the quarrel between my classmates, and was happy because of the teacher's praise. I am so reluctant to part with my heart ... I will never forget my classmates. It is they who comfort me, encourage me and take care of me when I am injured, when my grades are not good, and when I fall. Although I quarreled with some classmates in class, I hope we can get back together after graduation. Remember, we are in the same class, and meeting is fate. We can listen to lectures, play together and do homework together, which is good. I will never forget to teach my teacher. I can't forget that serious Chinese teacher who doesn't laugh often but is full of literary flavor; I can't forget the math teacher who often lets us do our homework and give us lectures, but all this is for us; I can't forget those science teachers who are proficient in astronomy and geography and strict in requirements ... they teach the students in our class, and they cultivate small saplings into towering trees. Here I want to say to the teachers: "thank you, teacher!" " Of course I can't forget my lovely alma mater. My alma mater is like my second home, my alma mater, the place where I once lived. I have a deep affection for this place, and I remember it deeply during my six years at my alma mater! It's sad to say goodbye to my alma mater. Today I am proud of my alma mater, and tomorrow my alma mater will be rich and strong for me! Dear teachers and classmates, in this beautiful and hot summer, the time for us to get together in this beautiful alma mater is numbered. Therefore, we should cherish this precious primary school time. We have been together for six years since freshman year. Six years is a long time; Six years passed in a flash. We study and play together. In class, the teacher dragged his tired body into the teacher, but he was full of energy when giving lectures. One thing I always remember ... after a final exam, I made many mistakes because of my carelessness. So ... I'm depressed. It is you, dear Mr. Zheng, who gave me an encouragement: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I don't do well in this exam." Try again next time! " It doesn't matter if you don't score. The important thing is that as long as you work hard at ordinary times, it doesn't matter even if you fail in the exam. It's okay! "A short sentence, let me feel the warmth of the sun. My mood suddenly improved. In the future study, I worked harder and got rid of the careless habit. Another final exam, I achieved ideal results, but I know that you used your usual efforts to get my results! Here, I want to say to you: thank you, teacher! Primary school will leave us in six years. We will go to a new school, meet new classmates and teachers, and start a new study career. But I will never forget your kind smiling face and the beautiful laughter of my classmates. Good-bye. Beautiful alma mater; Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, dear students. In these last few days, let our friendship stay in my mind forever ... Farewell to the sixth grade composition. In a blink of an eye, the graduation season has come unconsciously. And I will leave my alma mater where I have lived together for six years today. Today, I have the joy of meeting and the sadness of leaving in my heart; Today, I have a yearning for junior high school life in my heart, and I am also reluctant to part with my alma mater. What does graduation mean? Means separation; What does graduation mean? Means leaving; What does graduation mean? It means it's hard to see each other for six years, so it slips through your fingertips and flows into the long river of time. Six years have passed, and I can't help but think of my frolicking with my classmates in the past six years. I feel dragged into the next time node before I finish. Six years later, I not only shed tears, but also shed tears. Time flies and the years change. In a blink of an eye, the ginkgo trees on campus are also covered with the dust of the years. The six-year primary school career is over, and the campus is full of reluctant feelings. I will never forget the teacher's teachings, the fights between my classmates, the flowers and plants of my alma mater, and everything. To leave our alma mater, we only have blessings, and there are only blessings left. This is the graduation ceremony. Graduation may be happy or painful. The door of junior high school is open to us, and the new collective is expecting us. This is happiness. It is very painful to say goodbye to teachers, classmates and alma mater who have been together for six years. A person's life is a process of continuous learning, and we still have a long way to learn. I will remember this six-year study time full of true feelings, and I will greet the next journey with passion. Say goodbye to the sixth grade composition 7 soon, six years will soon pass, and I will leave my alma mater. I am reluctant to part with my alma mater, but I look forward to my junior high school life and my new friends. Soon, I will go to junior high school, with memories of primary school days and the faces of primary school teachers and classmates, to meet new teachers and classmates. In elementary school, some people fought with their classmates, laughed and told the judge. In another semester, I will have new friends and new teachers, and maybe I will get along well with them. I am a transfer student, and I will never forget the day when I entered my alma mater. The moment I stepped into my alma mater, I threw myself into the arms of my alma mater; The moment I stepped into the classroom, I was surrounded by the enthusiasm of my classmates; When I was in class with my classmates, Lang Lang's reading voice calmed my nerves. When my classmates took the initiative to make friends with me, I integrated into this "big family". On campus, there will be a burst of laughter in your ear, a word will be remembered in your heart, and a pair of small hands will help you when you fall. It is inevitable that there will be times when you are punished for doing something wrong, and you will be punished-copying the text, and even harder, clapping your hands. The students all said, "I thought we couldn't punish children physically!" " "Think about it, it will never come true. After graduating from primary school, our "big family" will be separated, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we parted ways. The word graduation can make people happy or sad: happy is to take a long vacation, happy is to make new friends, sad is to leave my alma mater and classmates. When I was in primary school, I stuck my good memories in my heart, but I wanted to throw away my sad memories immediately, for fear that it would happen again. It is beautiful to have a heart-to-heart talk with classmates and teachers, but it is sad when there are contradictions with classmates. Making new friends is the best, and breaking up with friends is the saddest. There are too many things I miss in primary school life and too many people I miss. To tell the truth, I feel unspeakable sadness at the thought of leaving my alma mater. It is like my mother, with warm arms and wide palms. Primary school life, I want to say goodbye to you! Farewell to my alma mater, the sixth grade composition 8 is an eternal movement. We are the notes released by her one by one, and no matter which song or poem is imported in the future, we are beating her melody! For our alma mater, which has gathered our five years of wonderful time, "parting" may be the last sentence I want to hear. On the campus of our experimental primary school, wisteria stands are full of vitality in early spring. Brilliant lavender is everywhere. In a blink of an eye, the whole wisteria frame is covered, and some wisteria flowers hang on the girl's forehead like purple bangs. A breeze blew, and the rich fragrance came to my nose, reminding me of the good times I spent in the wisteria rack: when I was free, my classmates got together to chat in twos and threes; When I go to physical education class in summer, I run 400 meters and come under the wisteria frame, blowing a breeze and smelling the flowers. At this time, everything seems to be still. How comfortable! I turned my eyes to the playground that brought us happy time. I have countless unforgettable memories under the sweaty basketball stand. The classroom where I attend classes every day has left me many good memories. There was a burst of laughter in the classroom when class was over. Happy Xiao Wang is talking about something interesting again. In class, when the teacher reports the exam results, the classroom is so quiet that everyone can hear his breathing. The emotions between the classmates who have been together for five years are intertwined, as if woven into a warm sweater, which makes me feel the warmth of the group. Even if there is more disappointment and nostalgia in my heart, after two months, there will always be something else left. Goodbye, alma mater! Let me have a look at my alma mater. In the sunset, long figures were dragged out of the teaching building, wisteria frame and playground. Farewell to sixth grade composition 9. 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? Say goodbye to my alma mater, my dear alma mater, and I will say goodbye to you. Let me recall you again and look at you, the alma mater under the arch. Strolling through my alma mater, I couldn't help but come to the library that fascinated me, and the bursts of books made me linger. Listen! There seems to be a soft rustle in the library, which sounds familiar to me. Yes! It is in the library that we enjoy the book-this sacred temple: when reading A Dream of Red Mansions, we secretly wiped a tear for the poor experience of Lin Daiyu; When reading "Mirror Flower Edge", sometimes I secretly worry about Lin Jiuhong's danger. Sometimes the girls in Baihua Fairy and Huasi Fairy High School are smiling. Sometimes I applaud the fairies for returning to heaven ... Unexpectedly, the small library has enriched my knowledge and touched my joys and sorrows. How can I forget all this? Walking, walking, I came to the classroom unconsciously. Touching the things in the class, the spirit of mutual assistance of the students slowly floated in our minds. I remember one time, the little "corn" accidentally stabbed his hand with scissors. The students gathered around and said noisily, "Are you all right?" "It doesn't matter? Does it still hurt? " "Let me take you to the clinic to dress it." ..... In a short time, the little "corn" came back from the clinic with a bandage on his hand, and the students all looked at him with a smile. From the smiles of my classmates, I saw everyone's fiery hearts. What a good classmate, how could I forget? The help of students and teachers is endless. A thousand words converge into one sentence: alma mater, I love you! Farewell to the sixth grade composition 1 1 Once upon a time, the sound of reading sounded in my ears; 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 12 time flies, inadvertently time flies. I have grown into a big boy, and I am about to leave my favorite school and enter junior high school. The primary school life full of laughter ran away in a hurry. Farewell, my beloved alma mater-experimental primary school. When I first transferred here, I was worried and hesitant. I'm as timid as a mouse. It is friendship, the sincere friendship of good friends that touched me and warmed my timid heart ... I grew up in the arms of you and my alma mater and became a lively, cheerful and sensible big boy in the school. Now, I walk into my alma mater again. Everything at school makes me feel more intimate, just like going back in time, I went back to the past. The grass and flowers that used to be unremarkable now feel more beautiful and charming than any other flower. The fresh fragrance and bright colors make my heart warm, and an indescribable feeling comes to my mind ... Walking into the classroom where I studied and sitting in a chair seems to be back in Class 6 (5), listening to the teacher, who is very humorous, and we all like classes very much. The teacher's sweet voice rang out in my ear: "Doudou, come and answer this question!" " Looking at the word "early" clearly engraved on the table, listening to my deskmate say to me: "Whatever you do, be early!" After class, the students began to tell jokes, chase and fight, and talk and laugh. Touching the blackboard reminds me of our head teacher. Every cell of her is full of humor, and she is amiable. We all regard her as our good friend, playing games and having snowball fights together. She takes her work very seriously. She always works late. Once I left my homework at school. When I got it, I saw the teacher at work. Farewell, my alma mater! I will always miss you! Farewell to the sixth grade composition 13 In the morning, the first ray of sunshine woke me up through the screen window. I go to school by bike as before ... the school is like a child who has not grown up in my eyes. After countless seasons, she still has that innocence and is full of laughter. She is so dazzling and brand-new in my heart ... Every step makes me feel extremely heavy when the wheels roll into the campus and I park my bike. Stepping into the classroom, I saw my classmates who used to play with me. I thought I would be separated from them soon. My heart is like being cut by a knife for thousands of knives and tens of thousands of knives. Sitting in my original seat, blood gushed out, jumped and flowed like spring water ... Every drop represents a beautiful memory of my classmates and me. After many days of gathering, it has become today's undulating sea. Looking up at the window, the wind blows the branches, as if to say goodbye to me, and the birds are still perched in that big tree. I can't help wondering: why can birds always live in their own homes, and why should we be separated? For a long time, the teacher came to say goodbye to us, and we looked at the familiar face with reluctant eyes. Looking forward to the bell ringing slowly after school. After all, we have to leave this classroom, bid farewell to these students, and go to a new school ... The last step out of my alma mater, I turned around and took a last look at the campus, and finally silently said, "Take care!" On the way home, I suddenly remembered a passage written by Zhu Ziqing in "Hurry": Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is time again; The peach blossom has withered, but it has blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Yes! Who can tell me why childhood is gone forever? Farewell to the sixth grade composition 14, ups and downs, get along with each other day and night; Flowers bloom and fall, and the tide rises and falls. Inadvertently, I have lived in primary school for six years. In the past six years, every smile, every tear, every story and every experience have made me unforgettable. Recalling the bits and pieces of that wonderful life, I can't help crying. When I was a child, the scene of playing with my classmates echoed in my mind. The teacher's earnest teachings echoed in my ears. When the teacher was in class, familiar scenes came to my eyes. Good, happy primary school life. Goodbye! I still remember that when I first walked into this school six years ago, I was very curious about new things. I felt this and that all the way, and it took me a long time to get to the first-grade classroom. There are many people in the first grade classroom. They are all my classmates. I'm so old, it's the first time I've seen so many people I was so scared. An aunt came over and touched my head to comfort me not to be afraid. Later I learned that it was a teacher. The teacher took me to the place where my classmates played and asked me to play with them. In a short time, I was integrated into this happy group. The next day at school, the teacher arranged seats for all of us. We were so excited that we jumped up and down in line. Arrange the seats, we walked to the seats one by one, and the classroom was full of laughter. It seems that flowers, birds and trees are laughing with us. Finally, it was quiet, and the teacher asked each of us to introduce ourselves. I said my name seriously, made a face and made the teacher laugh. We listen carefully in class. After class, the students all ran to the playground to play various games. When they are tired, they lie on the grass. At that time, we were carefree and happy to play on campus. I will leave my alma mater in a month, and I feel very reluctant. Before I say goodbye, I will face the sun, close my hands, close my eyes, stand on tiptoe and let the light and heat shine on my heart. I will say "take care" to my alma mater, teachers and classmates. Farewell to the sixth grade composition 15 Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, our happy primary school life will be over. I will leave the warm embrace of my alma mater, cross the threshold of high school and find my own blue sky, but I am reluctant to give up. I don't want to give up the flowers and trees that accompanied me to grow up on campus. Gently touch their green branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. Somehow, the voice that once sounded so beautiful seems to have a kind of sadness today, as if telling something. They seem to be another silent friend of mine. In this campus, winter goes and spring comes, and summer solstice is cool in autumn. Every minute of my life is recorded by them. They are the people who witnessed me growing up in this campus. I don't want to give up this classroom full of laughter. When we succeeded, the seats were filled with laughter of joy and pride. On the platform, when we made progress, the teachers smiled happily and felt gratified. In the corridor, some students are playing with sweet laughter-the silvery laughter is from female students, and the uncontrolled laughter is naturally from male students. I will never forget the most beautiful voice in the world, never forget it. I don't want to spend six years with my teachers and friends. My progress is the result of my teacher's hard work and sweat. My success is given by my teacher's encouraging eyes and meticulous care. Teacher, you are like a gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland with the rain and dew of knowledge. How you are like the golden sun, we are sunflowers, enjoying the warm sunshine bath you gave us. In my mood, such as rainy days, my friend, you are like an umbrella, protecting me from the darkness and giving me warm sunshine. When I am outside the cloud nine, when I succeed, my friend, your words are like a breeze blowing through my ears, which makes me wake up like a dream. I can't stand it. It's really unbearable. I hope time can start again. However, the eagle will eventually fly to its own blue sky, the dandelion seed will eventually find another home, and I will eventually enter junior high school. Goodbye, alma mater, my dearest alma mater, the alma mater I can't bear to leave.