Memory composition of sixth grade in primary school

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a kind of comprehensive and creative speech activity. How to write a good composition? The following are six memories of sixth grade collected by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Memories of the sixth grade in primary school 1 Staying in the classroom of junior high school reminds me of a little bit of primary school life ... In the classroom of primary school, I like basking in the sun very much. ...

Recalling the first grade:

I still wonder how scared and helpless I was when I first entered primary school. I'm afraid my classmates won't play with me, I'm afraid my classmates will bully me, I'm afraid ... but then my classmates' enthusiasm gave me confidence, and I'm no longer timid. I am very happy to play with my classmates, and my classmates are also very happy to play with me ... Recalling my second grade:

In the second grade, I became familiar with my classmates and felt grateful for our good teacher. This Chinese teacher surnamed Chen is my favorite teacher. She taught us Chinese, because I was excellent in Chinese, and he even made me a lever! At this time, I am innocent and lovely, and I am loved by many people! Recalling the third grade:

In the third grade, I was a little disobedient, my homework was not finished, there was a quiz in class, and sometimes I looked at the blackboard with glassy eyes. If the teacher finds out, it will sometimes cause the teacher to complain that "the heart is higher than the sky." I am sweating.

Recalling the fourth grade:

In the fourth grade, the summer vacation came out. I want to be myself and make a good impression on the teacher. I hope you can always remember me after many years. I'll think about it. Looking at these teachers, I froze. I looked at these familiar teachers, teachers! In another year, I will leave you. I think you have the same feelings as me, and I can't bear to leave!

Recalling the fifth grade:

During the fifth grade, I couldn't help but observe my school more. I find my school so beautiful and attractive. I don't want to leave my alma mater. I hope to stay here forever, but time waits for no one. It's the final exam in a blink of an eye. How I wish the final exam could be slower. I want to feel the atmosphere of the school. I want to feel the paper I will never take again. After the exam, I remember walking in the corridor for a while, yes. These are all gone, my new time, my new memory, my new campus and my new teacher are coming!

It's the turn of autumn and winter in a blink of an eye, and the weather is getting colder and colder. I took out my bamboo flute and played a song "Butterfly Lovers", but when I watched the yellow leaves leave the window and fall into withered butterflies, I couldn't help feeling a lot: when will the cycle and desolation of this season end? Suddenly, I have a sense of desolation. Being in a small mountain village should be quiet, but my heart is restless. Just two months after Teacher's Day, I can't help thinking of those frivolous teenagers who study. If you want to hurry up, a few years will pass inadvertently. I also became a teacher, and countless memories flooded in, as if it were yesterday.

I have been studying for more than 20 years, and it is bitter and sweet to think of it. Now, I already miss that era, but I still miss people of that era from time to time. Perhaps, the reluctance to give up the past is more or less related to my melancholy from time to time.

Looking back on the past, the most unforgettable thing is my Chinese teacher, the head teacher of high school. His surname is Liu, but he is only in his forties, but he has white hair and is cut very short, only about one centimeter long. Occasionally, some black hair can be seen between his hair gaps, but it is rare. He wears thick glasses, dark black, which can be worn for a long time without changing; Dress up casually and don't care much about your image. Every time he changes seasons, he often wears out-of-season clothes and always tells us about the thinness of autumn clothes and spring clothes. When we asked him what he thought, he joked: "Put on more clothes in late spring, and you can resist heat in summer;" Autumn is almost over, don't be busy adding clothes, it's freezing in winter. "

For Mr. Liu, we all call him "Lao Ban" or "Lao Liu" in private, and some people who don't respect the teacher and value the road call him "Bai Maoer", but he doesn't know these people. All the students in his hand, regardless of their conduct and whether they are studious or not, are in awe of him. I once talked about Lao Liu when chatting with a mixed friend. My bastard friend once lived under him for a year and got a lot of beatings. I am confident that he will complain and dig at Lao Liu. But unexpectedly, he was very cautious and only said, "Liu is a little fierce and nice, at least men and women are equal." Equality between men and women is what makes Lao Liu different from most teachers. In his eyes, there is no such thing as "a daughter should be spoiled". He may not hit any female classmate who commits a crime, but reprimanding is essential.

I once asked him in a chat that other class teachers are very tolerant of girls. How can you be so different? Not afraid of being scolded? He said disdainfully, "I am scolded more now and less in the future." People will never let others get used to it, don't you think? " When he spoke, he looked me straight in the eye and left me speechless.

My impression of Lao Liu is that he is a very real person. Perhaps because he is poor, he is frugal and even hard on himself. All his cotton-padded clothes have lost their old colors, and some of them are patched, which makes people feel uncomfortable, but he still wears them on his body. Some people say that he pretends to be poor, but he never cares what others think. Others advised him to put on new clothes, but he insisted on not throwing away the broken clothes. He said, the clothes are warm, I feel comfortable in them, and I know what they say and do. This self-enjoying, fearless attitude towards life is always admirable when I am in a difficult situation and insulted by others. I've been studying, but I can't change my personality. In addition to hair, Lao Liu has a unique symbol, that is, riding a bike. As middle-aged male teachers, most of them have their own motorcycles and private cars, and few bicycles, but Lao Liu is a special case. So far, I have seen one of his male teachers still riding a bike. Many times, my classmates and I met him on the way to repair the car. It's really broken except that the bell is ringing. It's admirable that he always gets along.

Recalling that incident, he saw a classmate in the class eat the steamed bread and throw it away. He sighed and said to himself, "You children have never suffered in these years and don't know how to be frugal! Alas, "a full face of distress. Our dinner is served in a big barrel. Lao Liu saw that there was always surplus waste, so he waited for us to scoop up the rest and eat it by ourselves. Sometimes even with a bite, he doesn't want to watch them get dumped. He also told us that when we saw a screw cap or something on the way, we picked it up ourselves, not sure when to use it. The implication is that we should pay attention to simplicity and thrift. We don't think so, and we are indifferent to his words. This is still a waste. It was not until I accidentally came home and saw a plate of pickles on the dinner table at home that I realized how hateful I was at that time, and I fell into constant guilt.

He is not a saint, and he never pretends to be a saint. There is nothing lacking in his humanity. At that time, he often went to his house. Sometimes when he left, some students' parents would send him a bundle of vegetables, but he didn't pretend to shirk and accepted it gladly. Several times, I have seen the parents of a rich classmate give gifts to the teacher. The teacher laughed at "no, no" and pretended to shirk. On the other hand, he opened the car door and put it straight in, without shame. Every time I see this face, I can't help thinking of Lao Liu. Occasionally, he collects snacks such as vegetables. His family is really not rich and doesn't pretend to be lofty. But he can see clearly in front of right and wrong, and his gadgets are just thanks from his parents. He refused all the people who asked him to do business and give gifts, and was very angry that others had insulted his personality. Lao Liu has his own principles of being a man.

His principles are also reflected in his frankness. I have experienced more than 20 years. There are 70 or 80 teachers, who are rigorous in study style, honest, tactful, talkative and all kinds. Before I met Lao Liu, the teachers in my eyes were all people who could "call the wind and call the rain". There is nothing wrong with being different, but the appearance of Lao Liu refreshed my recognition of this concept.

Once, it was self-study in the morning. That day, he was also sulking because of one thing. Just entering the door, I saw a girl twittering and imitating sparrows. He got angry at once and scolded her directly: "xxx, did you borrow that mouth from a bird?" You have been screaming. " Right outside, the headmaster is looking for him. As far as common sense is concerned, it is normal for teachers to scold students, but Lao Liu did something that benefited me for life. After that, he walked into the classroom and said in front of the whole class, "I just got angry with someone." As a teacher, I went too far. I apologize to her. " In this way, he bent down his burly waist in the surprise of everyone.

Before him, I had never seen a teacher or leader who dared to admit his mistakes in public, nor had I seen him since. This matter may have been forgotten by other students present at that time, but I have always kept it in my heart, because he unconsciously taught me a truth that admitting mistakes is a reflection, but admitting mistakes is a kind of mind. Wherever you go, mistakes are inevitable. Knowing mistakes and daring to admit them can make life by going up one flight of stairs. Because, what others dare not do, you have done it, and this is success. I have met countless people, knowing that they are wrong, but still grinning at them, acting like they have nothing to do with themselves. Because he was afraid of losing his so-called face, and because his so-called self-esteem was too inflated, he refused to bow his head and admit his mistake, but he didn't know that while he was swaggering and swaggering, his majesty had already been lost unconsciously.

I can bow to anyone and beg for help all my life, but I don't think it's cheap. I think only by letting go of myself can I reproduce the other side of my life. However, I have never apologized to my parents, which is unfilial and inhuman.

When I was in senior three, I was addicted to the novel world. I read all the romance, martial arts and legends in the street bookstore and put my homework aside. One day at noon, I was late for reading in the bookstore and was found by Lao Li. When I panicked, I forgot his temperament and lied to him. As a result, he asked me to call my parents. I begged him to let me go this time, but when I got to the emotional place, I was in tears. He is still indifferent. I should know that no one can change what he has decided, even though I am the best in China literature and composition, I am his favorite student.

From the moment I lied to him, I was doomed to die. As a result, all my so-called "leisure books" were burned. In this way, I studied with peace of mind for a year and was lucky enough to enter the top liberal arts class. Maybe some people will laugh. What's the big deal about being a liberal arts champion? But as far as I'm concerned, I didn't pass both math and English at that time. It's a miracle that I got into the top liberal arts class, which is what I thank him for.

After the college entrance examination, by chance, a classmate and I went to his house to play. We helped him when I saw him collecting vegetables. In fact, there was not much work at that time, but I naturally felt very tired because I had not suffered anything before. After he finished his work, he had to help his neighbors move things, and he was so tired that he was sweating. He gasped and said to us, "Help others and be happy." When he came back, he watched us leave. I suddenly turned around, and he stood there, and his burly figure caught my eye.

Recalling the sixth grade composition of primary school, time is in a hurry, and six years are fleeting, bidding farewell to the innocent primary school life; Say goodbye to the ignorant me in the past; Say goodbye to that affectionate friend; Say goodbye to teachers who set an example; Say goodbye to the familiar and unfamiliar alma mater. ...

I wonder if friendship will be everywhere and what will happen in the future.

I have never felt what I feel now. It's not the wind that blows away, it's not the rain that decomposes, it's that time, once again turning familiarity into strangeness, which makes me feel a feeling I've never felt before. ...

Recall that time, not the old days. ...

Flowers bloom and fall again and again, and there is my figure under the cherry tree: the first time I stepped into the campus, only the cherry tree accompanied me.

I didn't go under the cherry tree again. I have friends with me. I didn't go under the cherry tree again, and my responsibility followed me. I didn't go under the cherry tree again, and the pressure of study accompanied me. I didn't go under the cherry tree again, bearing the expectations of my parents. In six years, I went to the cherry tree for the second time and sat there quietly, recalling the feelings diluted by time. I don't know whether I am happy or sad. I have your company when I am sad, but you are forgotten by me when I am busy.

I promised to spend my last time with you, and I didn't break my word! I don't know if the tree will have feelings, but I have feelings and I want to accompany it again. . . This is another flower ... the flower has fallen ... I want to leave this home, my close teachers and classmates. Thank my friends for accompanying me when I am happy; Comfort me when I am sad; Give me encouragement when I am discouraged; When I'm depressed, try to laugh at me ... we won't leave until time is old. Thank you for laughing and crying with me.

Looking back, the bricks and tiles on campus are still so familiar; Looking back, there is our reading sound in the classroom; Looking back, there is still my sweat on the playground; Looking back, there was my wonderful speech and the award of honor on the podium. ...

I am now going to another stage. I want to keep those memories in my heart and turn them into my new motivation. ...

Every interesting thing in childhood is like a shining pearl, strung together like a beautiful necklace, which adds a lot of luster to our life.

When I was a child, I was very obedient and always liked to be the "little tail" behind my mother.

Once, my mother took me to the mall. The shopping center is crowded with people. Soon, my mother and I were scattered by the crowd. I was so scared that I cried and shouted "Mom". I walked with tears in my eyes and unconsciously walked to the exit of the shopping mall.

At that time, I was still young, and I didn't remember the way home. I just groped my way home with vague memories. On my way home, I felt uneasy when I came to the crossroads. Looking at the endless stream of vehicles and pedestrians, I don't know how to cross the road. Suddenly, I followed an aunt carefully with clumsy steps. Who knows, this aunt ran a red light. When I came to the middle of the road, a car flew over and I was scared to run to the other side.

This road is full of danger, which makes me experience the twists and turns of the road for the first time without the protection of my parents. Environmental danger. I'm starting to miss following my mother more.

Finally, I'm home. I met rhubarb dog, my favorite neighbor, and I started playing with him. After waiting for a long time, I saw my mother coming anxiously with tears in her eyes and said to me anxiously, "Where have you been just now?" I have been looking for you for a long time. " I'm worried about death! "I giggled and made a face at my mother.

There are many interesting things in childhood, and everything is so beautiful and unforgettable.

Memories of the sixth grade composition in primary school 5 We are about to leave the school where we have lived for six years, bid farewell to the teachers and classmates who get along with each other day and night, and enter a new school. We have a beautiful campus, but what I like best is Class 62 on the second floor.

In this classroom, there are a group of lively and lovely pupils. Boys are ok, girls are beautiful. They study together to celebrate a student's birthday in the classroom every day and cry happily together. But they don't unite, and when they encounter difficulties, they put the blame on others one by one.

What impressed me most was that we were scolded by Li School from morning till night. In the morning, it was because the things on the table were not cleaned up. Back in class, the boy put the blame on the girl, and the girl said it wasn't us, so the boy and the girl quarreled. I think we are a collective. We should not shirk our responsibilities, but face difficulties together. When you encounter difficulties, face them directly.

Now I begin to think of my little friend, the strange understanding of senior one and senior two. The third grade became friends, the fourth grade became sisters, the fifth grade became girlfriends, and the sixth grade was dissolved with a paper and an exam. Thank you for your help in the past six years. I still remember that we were in the dormitory, Eva performed antics for us, and we wrote poems together. We were really eight talented women. We wrote the lyrics. We are singers. These things flashed through my mind.

After experiencing spring, summer, autumn and winter, we will start a new journey next year. Please don't be afraid to bid farewell to the beautiful fairy tale of youth. We are all grown up. I will always remember my classmates in Class 62. Finally, I wish you all success in junior high school and a happy life in junior high school! See you next time!

Memories of the sixth grade in primary school composition 6 I have to go now.

From now on, we live far apart.

Will you miss it?

Even if it's late.

Fenghuang kaikai

There will always be some feelings in my heart.

Stay away from singing

Still singing softly in my dream

Example 4 of graduation speech

It's time for the last meal.

Raise your glass again. I don't know whether it is the afterlife or this life.

I'm going to cry goodbye on the platform.

Maybe fate will turn this goodbye into never seeing you again.

Keep some memories in your mind.

Say something from the heart.

Sing an old song, in the air

Write some words, in the years