Goodbye, alma mater.

Goodbye, my alma mater, 1. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and my primary school life will pass in a blink of an eye. We will graduate in less than two months. Before I left my alma mater, my heart was full of nostalgia.

I can't forget what my beloved teacher taught us and your kind eyes. From literacy to writing and calculation, how much thought and sweat you have paid for us. You are like an industrious gardener, watering the flowers of our motherland with nectar; You are like a candle, burning yourself to illuminate us, and your teachings will haunt me forever. Say, can I forget the teacher's help to us?

I can't forget the strong friendship between my classmates and us. In the past six years, what wonderful years we have spent and how many ups and downs we have experienced. We used to struggle in the ocean of knowledge and play happily on the playground. However, six years have passed, and we are about to break up. How can my heart be calm? That time, I fell down on the physical education class, my knee was bruised and my blood was flowing. It was my classmate who extended a hand of friendship to me. One hurried to class and quickly took down the medicine box. Some people helped me to a cool place, others bandaged my wound and sent me home after school. When mom served you snacks, you just said "thank you" and left. You say, can I forget this brotherhood between us?

I can't forget my alma mater. Every day, I see many students running, playing basketball and football on the playground, which makes us strong. The flower bed is covered with trees, and the flowers are red and green. Many students catch butterflies in it. The sunshine is warm and the whole campus is full of refreshing flowers. This elegant fragrance makes teachers who change their homework and students who are immersed in their homework forget their fatigue and troubles. What a harmonious picture!

There is a saying: flowers will bloom again, and people will not be young. I will cherish my short primary school life, live every day well and draw a satisfactory end to my primary school life.

Goodbye, alma mater 2. Today is the last day for us to go back to school this semester. This day is the last day for us to bid farewell to our alma mater.

From the year of carrying a small schoolbag, I was carried by my parents and sent to your teacher. From that day on, I knew I was a primary school student. The most sacred moment in my memory is the first time I attended the flag-raising ceremony of the school. I saw so many big brothers and big sisters wearing red scarves and holding right fists. I envy them very much. Soon, I also put on a bright red scarf, so happy at that time.

From then on, I knew I was a young pioneer, I recited the primary school rules, I listened to the teacher's teachings all the time, I enjoyed the happy education at school, I wandered in the sea of books, and I knew the responsibilities and obligations.

With the growth of my grade, I know more knowledge. In the ocean of knowledge, I know the inheritance of cultural heritage such as Laozi and Confucius, and I know the hard work of astronauts and uncles who travel in space and the motivation to explore knowledge. I like the teachings of my ancestors. In the sea of knowledge, I also opened my ideal, and I want to be a useful person to society and the country.

I don't know when I started. I know how to work hard, how to pay, how to care for teachers, how to care for schools, and how we will leave here in the near future to explore a broader knowledge sky.

It's just that the pace of time is too fast It seems that yesterday we were a group of first-grade tofu dregs, and today we have grown into fifth-grade college students. Thinking of leaving today will be a turning point in our student life, but we still can't bear to part with it.

The teacher asked us to be on duty on the playground. We are more serious than usual. We picked up a leaf and a root. Let's make another contribution to the school!

When the school bell rang, the monitor shouted and stood up: We all bowed to the teacher. Thank you, dear teacher, we will never forget you!

Goodbye, teacher, goodbye, alma mater!

Goodbye, alma mater 3. I spent five spring, summer, autumn and winter on campus, and all the bits and pieces of my alma mater were replayed in my mind. Here, how much laughter has been spilled here; Here, how much sweat has been left here; Here, how many teachers' hard words have been written here ... these little things will stay in my mind forever!

Six years are short and short, long and long. I still remember when I was in the first grade, I always felt that those six years were a long experience when I saw my senior classmates. But looking back now, I find that the original time has passed unconsciously. When I was a child, I always wanted to have a holiday early and fly to the sky where I played. But now the intense study life has not only made me feel bored, but has made me realize the self-evident friendship between many classmates.

I am about to graduate and bid farewell to my dear alma mater. At this time, I am deeply attached to my heart. I can't bear to part with 110 thousand The students still have to walk away silently. I walked alone in my alma mater and carefully observed every corner here. Everything here shakes its head at me in the breeze, as if to say goodbye to my friends who have lived together for nearly six years. The flowers here are still so beautiful, the grass is still so green, and the flowers are coming at me in waves ... but I really don't want to leave.

Although we will come back here in the future, it will become our alma mater; Although we may not meet again; Although, we can never go back to the classroom of Class 8. However, we will always be the most United to fly! Fly! My alma mater let me go. Whether I stay or not, this step will go sooner or later. Let's go … ...

Goodbye, alma mater. Goodbye, alma mater!

I shouted softly from my heart. Sorrow and tenderness interweave day and night, permeating the whole summer. I felt a little sad when I saw the admission notice of a foreign language middle school. However, when the teacher announced on Monday that the graduation exam would be held next week, the news was as surprising and nostalgic as the smell of summer.

Goodbye, alma mater!

At the moment, the mottled nicked handwriting on the table looks so kind and familiar. Some people will draft, sign and draw pictures on the table. Some are the handwriting left by brothers and sisters, which makes people reluctant to leave, so we should consider it carefully. Every sentence in Japanese left by the correction fluid on the desktop is more speculative.

Goodbye, alma mater!

Look at the Parthenocissus on the back wall. It's green and firm, and its light flesh-colored footprints climb on my heart. Perhaps, when we haven't discovered it, our deep affection for our alma mater has been deeply imprinted in our hearts. After many years, I found that I love this small campus so much, just like wine. When the nostalgic wind leans on your cheek, you realize that the longer you remember it, the more you begin to cherish it.

Goodbye, alma mater!

Unconsciously, silently, the original radish head has grown up, struggling and working hard. Spiritual enrichment comes from this small land. Everyone gives a little warmth. The smaller the space, the stronger the love. Fifty-three faces and fifty-three voices. From then on, we went our separate ways and found our own home. Perhaps, friendship is still there, but it may not bring us closer.

Goodbye, alma mater! In the past, my handwriting was on the big blackboard, and the blackboard newspaper was drawn by ourselves. The laughter on New Year's Day last year and the dance on Children's Day this year are all covered with hard sweat and tears. Jumping rubber bands, kicking shuttlecock, playing volleyball ... Happy flowers are blooming everywhere in the playground and classroom.

Now, I'm leaving.

Goodbye, alma mater! I shouted softly from my heart.

Goodbye, alma mater, 5 ups and downs, get along day and night, flowers bloom all the year round. Inadvertently, I hurried through six years of primary school. In the past six years, every smile, every tear, every story, every experience and every touch at my alma mater have made me unforgettable. Now, I am about to bid farewell to my alma mater, and a feeling of attachment to my alma mater arises spontaneously.

Looking back suddenly, six years ago, I was still a first-grade pupil. That year, we planted flowers on the flower beds in the playground with our own hands. Now, beside the broken bricks and tiles, the delicate figure of flowers flutters in the wind. Although we are about to leave our lovely alma mater, I will always remember that we planted spring and harvested autumn here. We study hard, laugh and chase, and sing the cheerful March of Life in a tender voice under the blue sky.

Looking back, the time of the soul is going backwards. When I was a child, my life was mixed. I only know sweetness, pride and willfulness. Clothes reach out, mouth full of food. However, life is not just sweet after all. Only when you go to school can you understand this, be humble and learn to face setbacks and difficulties. In the life of my alma mater, I gradually understood the true meaning of life: a person may not be as smart as a wise man to observe everything in the world, but he should know how to love life and have it. In the life of my alma mater, I realized the sincerity of friendship; Help each other, send charcoal in the snow, and water the field of friendship with full blood. Now, I am about to graduate and bid farewell to my alma mater. I can only turn my attachment to my alma mater into my ambition and try my best to repay my alma mater. In the remaining month, I will redouble my efforts to study, forge ahead, make my life smile again, make my life surge again, and repay my alma mater's kindness to me with the best results.

I'm leaving my alma mater soon. Before leaving, I face the morning sun, put my hands together, close my eyes, stand on tiptoe, let the light and heat burn every move in my heart, and say "take care" to my alma mater, teachers and classmates affectionately!

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Goodbye, alma mater. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and in a blink of an eye, we will leave our alma mater. Time slips away quietly in the joy and sadness of youth. Looking back, there are both bitterness of being criticized for doing something wrong and joy of being praised by teachers; There are both troubles of not doing well in the exam and pride of getting high marks; There are not only quarrels and frictions between classmates, but also friendship and help between classmates; There are both students' Qi Xin efforts in the sports meeting and students' blushes in the discussion. ...

All this is in my mind. But I know that time cannot go back. Here, I can only say: goodbye, alma mater! We just take away the memories of this place and those unfinished dreams bit by bit. ...

Goodbye, lovely alma mater. Over the past six years, you have taught us the taste of ups and downs and made our life interesting. You have brought me so many friends, too. We never realized that we met. We changed from meeting to classmates and from classmates to friends ... They gave me help and comfort, and they gave me encouragement and confidence. Thank you, alma mater!

Goodbye, dear teacher. I can't forget your inculcation and your kind eyes. ! You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; Like a gardener, you have cultivated a group of talents for the motherland ... Teacher, you have worked hard! I will never forget you!

Goodbye, dear students. I can't forget the deep friendship between us, the time when we lived, studied and played together. Now, we will leave our alma mater and fly in all directions, but I will never forget the primary school time we spent together, because it was happy, unforgettable and eternal! It is the best memory of our pure youth!

Goodbye, flying the path of our laughter; Goodbye, classroom full of our memories; Goodbye, the playground where our footprints are hidden ... Goodbye, alma mater.

Goodbye, the meaning of the word "goodbye" in alma mater 8 is easy to explain, and that is the last thing to say when leaving. We use too many "goodbye", for example, you have to say goodbye when a friend comes home; You should say goodbye to the teacher at noon or at night after school. .............................................................................................................................................................

This year, we are in the sixth grade, which is our last year at our alma mater. Also this year, we will graduate. Graduation means the end of primary school life, and we have to step into the gate of middle school. Walking into the gate of middle school means that our childhood is coming to an end and we are about to bid farewell to our alma mater! We spent six years in primary school, and many childhood memories are stored in a corner here. Even if the teaching building is rebuilt, the playground is rebuilt and the back garden is rebuilt, the memories, laughter and good wishes we have stored there will never be forgotten. Soon, I will leave the campus where I have lived for six years and my dear classmates and teachers. I feel a little unbearable.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and we have spent six years in a blink of an eye. We are about to enter junior high school. Childhood, like a flower that has passed its flowering period, slowly fades and disappears. When I was in grade two or three, I thought that I could keep the time by unplugging the battery in my watch and not tearing my calendar. At that time, I was still very naive and didn't know that time would never stop, alas.

Six years have passed, childhood has passed quickly, and I will say goodbye to my alma mater soon. Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, dear students; Goodbye, alma mater!

Goodbye, my alma mater. In the early morning of 9th, I walked into the campus facing Chen Hui. I looked at the classmates talking and laughing, the kind teachers, the wide square and the tall teaching building on the road ... I thought I was leaving, which made me miss it very much.

Watching the five-star red flag flying high in the square, the solemn national anthem at the flag-raising ceremony echoed in our ears. Together, we raised our right hands above our heads and watched the five-star red flag Ran Ran rise and fly in the blue sky. What a sacred and wonderful time!

Walking to the lecture hall in front of the teaching building, it seems to be back to that exciting moment. I clearly remember the day when Professor Xu Bangnian, the doctoral supervisor of China Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics, came to our school to give a report. I was anxious to know the answer to a question, so I raised my hand and asked, "Where does China's aerospace industry rank in the world?" The professor told us it was the third one, and I finally knew the answer. I was very satisfied. At the end of the report, the professor gave me a medal in public to reward my bold speech. After thanking me, I was so happy that I read it carefully: a row of round words were printed on the bronze round plate: China Academy of Sciences! The students congratulated me one after another, which greatly inspired my young mind!

Entering the spacious and bright classroom, the students' cheerful laughter filled our ears. Let's listen to the teacher quietly and answer questions actively. We have had successful laughter here and experienced the bitterness of failure ... but we will not stop fighting.

The wide plastic playground is the place where the most laughter is left. After physical education class ran, we played games together. When we are tired, we lie on the soft playground, bathed in warm sunshine, looking at the vast sky and talking about interesting jokes and happy things. ...

In this innocent time, we had a happy primary school life. With our departure, these memories will become memories that can never be erased. These memories are like the beautiful little mermaid turning into bubbles in the early morning sun, and the faint happiness and sadness will stay at sea forever and in my mind.

Goodbye, dear teachers and classmates! Goodbye, dear alma mater! Thank you for giving me knowledge and strength, and I will work hard to advance!

Goodbye, my alma mater 10 has quietly left us with the passage of time. Ah, my beautiful alma mater, I'm leaving you, and I'm so sad. In a vibrant campus, I help my classmates and talk with teachers in class, but I am a friend who can talk in my spare time. All this is vivid and engraved in my heart. ...

Strolling to the familiar campus, the first thing you see is the wide cement road, with tall and straight pine trees on both sides and evergreen all the year round. They seem to be guards, standing straight on both sides of the school gate, defending the lively and lovely' little flowers' on campus; Look, speaking of which, the' little flowers' run like this: having fun, jumping excitedly, and playing pranks. ...

Looking to the right, the wide playground is covered with red scarves, playing with double knives and single knives, laughing like a small flower, how brilliant, beautiful and naive it looks. I used to be as carefree as they were, just playing. But now, it's different. I'm older, more sensible and more worried. I am always anxious, brain-damaged and more tired for doing my study well, but I never regret it. Because of the encouragement of teachers, the help of classmates and the comfort of my family, I overcame difficulties, fears and worries.

Go on, a quiet and full of learning atmosphere library appears in front of you. Walking in, there are all kinds of books on the bookshelf, and the students sit in chairs and read quietly. If a tiny needle falls to the ground at this time, the sound can be heard clearly. Further on, there is a rockery surrounded by clear water, which contains all kinds of fish. From time to time, a little turtle can be seen climbing the rockery to bask in the sun. Advanced to the teaching building, you can hear the sound of reading from a distance. Now, I hear more clearly, and I am intoxicated by the loud sound of reading. ...

Ah, beautiful campus, I love you, goodbye.

Goodbye, my alma mater, 1 1, cherry blossoms have bloomed six times in the past. Six circles have also been added to the rings of life. For the first time, we gathered in the playground and 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 "selected" appeared in my composition, and I was surprised-the word "selected" rarely appeared in my article. Impulse and excitement filled my brain. I still remember that it was an article about running away from home. I was stubborn when I was young and never gave up. Running away from home is a poor meal. This is a long article with four and a half pages of single stationery. Counting a long article in advance, I only used most of it to describe my face. 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 said that I stopped and asked, "Is it abstract?" Say I am the essence, and speed up your speech and reread it. I read it three times, and it is unforgettable, which has made my tomorrow. ……

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 should bid farewell to our wonderful childhood, the gorgeous red scarf and prepare to go to a new school.

Goodbye, dear alma mater. In your arms, we become strong from fragility and brave from fear. Today we are the pillars of the motherland, please be proud of us, goodbye, alma mater, looking back, your stone.

Goodbye, dear students, let's carve every day and night that we once carved together, and let our friendship last forever.

Goodbye, dear teacher, you are a diligent gardener. We, the flowers of our motherland, will never forget you. Because of our germination and growth, we are all bathed in your sunshine and rain.

Goodbye to my alma mater, and we will always remember you.

Goodbye, my alma mater 12 is standing on the side of the road and looking in through the butterfly gate. The campus has also become the shape of a butterfly, flapping its wings like a butterfly, bringing me a beautiful and permanent memory of five years of primary school.

I seem to see my classmates coming to the school gate early every day to say hello to their teachers and classmates. The school gate is still so strong and open, waiting for our arrival. It seems that my mother has already opened her warm arms.

Parked in the spacious corridor, eye-catching signs appeared beside me. I seem to hear the students' neat footsteps and walk slowly here. I remember that every time we stamped our feet on the stairs, the teacher asked us to walk through here again and again.

The walls of the classroom are still white and the ground is still smooth and clean. But I can only stay here for the last few times. Ten minutes of work, busy scenes, like movies, reappeared in front of my eyes. I also contributed to the environment and did several things. This is still our classroom and the place where we study.

At this time, the students' "come on" sound came from the playground. Looking down from above, the students in two classes of Grade Four are having a tug-of-war competition. A class lost, not discouraged. Students encourage each other to prepare for the next time. I remember that every member of our team worked very hard in the fifth grade "Crossing the River on Stones" competition. I'm no exception. I'm trying to move forward. Finally, we won the other five classes, and the cheers echoed in the blue sky over the campus for a long time ... The breeze blew the fragrant osmanthus fragrance, and when I saw the junior children playing under the tree, I seemed to be playing the "guessing boxing" game we were playing at that time. The fragrance of osmanthus has not changed, and it still tastes the same. In class, it got into my heart.

Alma mater, I will leave you soon and continue my voyage. But I am no longer the ignorant child who just stepped into the school gate. When I waved goodbye to you, I was already a vibrant middle school student!

Goodbye, alma mater! I will come to see you. I'm sure. ...

Goodbye, Alma Mater 13, my dear Alma Mater. I stand on the platform on the first floor and look at all this. It is still so familiar: the arched school gate draws an arc in the air, and I remember that there are several big characters written on it: Shanghai Fushan Foreign Language Primary School. Look at the playground again. A group of third and fourth grade brothers and sisters are playing all kinds of games: some jump rope, some kick shuttlecock, some hide and seek ... and from time to time there are bursts of silvery laughter. The small garden is full of flowers. On the cherry tree, cherry blossoms shake her dance skirt and say, "Welcome, I am a little cherry blossom!" " "Dandelion also opened her umbrella, look! The children are enjoying flowers under the tree.

Farewell, my dear alma mater, my beloved alma mater!

Do you still remember queuing for review on June 6th of 10 six months ago? In order to get a good ranking, we practiced hard in September, and everyone was not afraid of the hot weather. Some students broke their knees when practicing semi-kneeling, without complaining. When training, we thought: We must train well! Fight for the prize! !

Finally, it is 65438+1October 65438+June. On that day, we arrived at Ruihua Campus, all full of energy. At the last second before the game, we silently said, "Come on!" Finally won the game.

Farewell, my dear alma mater, my dear alma mater!

A grass and a flower also record our nostalgia for our alma mater. Listen! The teacher heard the sound of reading. ...

At this moment, I thought to myself: I am about to graduate, but I will never forget this beautiful campus, which records endless friendship between teachers and students, and I will never forget every minute I spent at my alma mater.

Goodbye, my dear alma mater! I will always remember you!

Goodbye, my alma mater, 14. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am already a primary school student in grade six. In more than a month, we will leave a real primary school and our lovely alma mater. Six years of primary school life, although not smooth sailing, is also very substantial. In these six years, we have tasted the ups and downs, and finally made many good friends in these six years, but we are really reluctant to part. I feel scared at the thought that I will live and study in a strange environment again. I feel sad at the thought that I will live without friends again.

I still vaguely remember that on the first day of Grade One, Mr. Xue stood on the podium and greeted his classmates' parents. I was so scared that my heart jumped like a rabbit. Looking around the classroom, every classmate is so strange that I don't know what to do at the moment, so I have to stand alone by the corner of my skirt …

No one would have thought that it was such a class that eventually became a United, friendly and warm family. The students are like brothers and sisters, but at this time, we are going to graduate and leave Class 6 (3). Everyone realizes that time has passed in a hurry and will never come back, so they cherish this beautiful and short time even more. Once upon a time, we swam freely in the ocean of knowledge and played freely on the flat playground. However, in a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and we will be separated. How can I be calm?

I am about to graduate, and I feel a lot reluctant to part with our campus, our classroom, a table and a chair in our classroom. The last thing I want is our teacher DD. I was deeply impressed by your serious lessons and kind eyes. Over the past six years, you have not only taught us the knowledge in textbooks, but also taught us the truth of being a man. I hope the last month will pass slowly. Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, dear students. Goodbye, my alma mater who raised me for six years!

Goodbye, my alma mater, 15, on the playground, there are a group of lively children, perhaps cheering for the victory of the competition, perhaps crying for the defeat of the competition, and a touch of sadness comes to my face. This is our past. ...

Through the cloister of the years, I walked back to a year ago. "Hum, we are sure to win!" "You girls suck!" Arrogant boys and girls, with their little faces held high, are eager to try. The competition started, the girls did not flinch in the face of the fast swinging long rope, the boys had nothing to hide, and everyone was sweating. After a while, Zhou Xiao accidentally caught her eye on a long rope, which delayed the girl's time and caused her to lose the game. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Zhou Xiao lowered his red eyes. "It doesn't matter!" "yes! Come on next time! " "Come on!" The girls joined the camp. "I don't blame you, you jump less!" I don't know who the unlucky man is, but I accidentally attracted a large wave of girls to "kill" and there was a silvery laughter on the playground.

Stepping on the rough granite and stroking the cold railing, my heart became melancholy. Alma mater! What warm words! You gave me laughter and tears, you gave me love and friendship! I looked at the railing that had just been baptized by the rainstorm, and I couldn't tell the taste. A few months ago, we were lying in bed talking about our ideals. We are like a hot summer, full of longing for the future and full of hope for life. You can't forget your classmates who live together day and night, and how can you forget your hard-working teacher! It is often said that silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Your emotions depend on us. You will always smile because of the high quality of your classmates' homework, and you will enjoy the whole day because of their progress.

I stepped on the slate and came to the plastic runway. Once, we danced around it six times. A gust of wind blew away the fallen leaves and the years.

Faced with the familiar scenery and things, I can't help but feel ups and downs. Goodbye, alma mater!