Farewell to the sixth grade composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my sixth grade composition. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 1 Years have passed through my dreamlike letter, and my poetic primary school life is coming to an end and I have left my alma mater.

When I was in the first grade, I was still a naive child. I am curious about the flowers, grass, grass and trees of my alma mater. In front of the campus, the two big willows, which can barely surround two people, stand and guard us day and night like our protector. The four-leaf clover in front of J classroom is like a lucky god, accompanying our six-year primary school career.

I am still fascinated by the classroom of my alma mater. At that time, the sound of the book was very loud, and sometimes I wrote a wonderful Sasha Vujacic symphony, which still lingers in my ears.

Walking around the campus, we have beautiful memories in every corner. On the grand gate, there are four big gold words "Learn to be happy", which has become our motto.

In the flower bed, we used to play, catch earthworms and fly butterflies.

On the playground, when raising the national flag, I was so proud as a flag bearer.

Goodbye, my dear teacher.

The loving Chinese teacher taught me the truth of being a man, and the majestic math teacher taught me the rigor of mathematics and the meticulous knowledge. Dear English teacher, you have taught me all kinds of grammar.

Farewell, alma mater; Goodbye, teacher,

I will try my best to fly to the blue sky like a baby eagle leaving my mother.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 2 Spring has come and everything has revived. Swallow's brother and sister flew back from the south and found the place where they lived last year. But I can't find it anywhere. Later, Sister Swallow remembered her good friend, the little fish in the pond. They searched and searched and finally found the little fish. Brother Swallow quickly greeted him: "Hello! Fish, did you move? " The little fish replied weakly, "No.""Then why is it so dirty here? Why does the clean pond stink now? The water turned into black water? Why is there so much domestic garbage on the pond? How did the lush trees become sparse leaves, or many yellow dead leaves? The grass turned yellow and the flowers stopped blooming. What's wrong? " Sister Yanzi asked continuously. The little fish said, "Hey-forget it! That's because people here only focus on opening factories to make money, and they also discharge a lot of smelly sewage into the river. This is what happens when the plants here drink the sewage from the river. Besides, it used to be beautiful here, and people loved to come here for their holidays. After they came here, some dug up the bird's nest, some fished and ate, some littered ... many companions died, and I was dying. Let's find a truly beautiful world, a real spring, a real home! " Just then, a black smoke came out of the chimney, which covered the sun and made the swallows cough.

The swallow said with tears in her eyes, "the environment here is so bad that we have to go somewhere else." Goodbye, dear little fish, take care. " No, it may be goodbye. When will people wake up? I don't think they know that everything they do is hurting Mother Earth and all the creatures in nature, including themselves. They are pushing themselves to death. "Farewell, little fish. I hope this tragedy will end soon!

Standing in the shade of the campus, I feel an irresistible nostalgia, ah! Six years, alma mater! I live in my alma mater, study at my alma mater and play at my alma mater. I am so familiar with everything here that I will never forget it wherever I go. Alma mater, now, when I grow up, I will leave you and fly high. Why don't I want to stay?

I think my campus is as kind and warm as my beloved home. The two tall buttonwood trees beside the school platform are so strong and selfless, rooted here all the year round, and stick to our campus day and night. The five-star red flag flying on the flag-raising platform is so sacred and proud, hanging high above the campus. Has been located in the school's two teaching buildings, sent away a batch after batch of talents who have studied here.

Teacher, this is a banana. Moisturize our little banana. I remember one time I failed in the exam, and I was very sad. My teacher came to comfort me kindly, told me how scientists struggled out of difficulties, and told me jokes to make me happy. At this time, I found myself. I studied hard, studied hard, listened carefully in class, reviewed carefully after class, and had many good things to do. Finally, I won the first place in the whole grade. Selfless old banana.

How can the friendship between classmates be forgotten? At that time, I was hospitalized due to illness and asked for leave for many days. I was lying in a hospital bed, unhappy. At this time, the teacher led his classmates in and bought me a lot of snacks. The monitor made up lessons for me, and everyone came to sing and tell me stories. Outside the window, a ray of happy sunshine shines in, and the chirping of birds fills the whole room like songs accompanied by audio-visual images.

Ah! My beautiful alma mater, my kind teacher, my lovely classmates, farewell, please remember each of us, remember our most beautiful smile.

Farewell to sixth grade composition 4. I often recall my more than 2,000 days and nights in primary school with deep gratitude. From the moment I just stepped into the door to now, I have grown from an ignorant child to a sensible teenager in a blink of an eye.

Like spring buds blooming, like grass sprouting. In these five years, my teacher has given me a lot. ...

Like a loving mother, she gives me meticulous care; She is like a stop in life. Once she's gone, there's no turning back. She added value and joy to my childhood.

Shixiao is a warm big garden, and my classmates are like my brothers and sisters. We spent many wonderful times together in this big garden. In class, we listen to the teacher carefully; After class, we played together ... Day after day, year after year, Shi Xiao and I forged a deep affection. That brick and tile, smile, is so kind. How I want to stay in her arms for a while, even for a minute, so that I can get familiar with her warmth and her smile again.

Today, I am proud of being small; Tomorrow, Shixiao is proud of me. Now, I am about to leave my alma mater. I always leave something for her before I leave. I think the best gift for my alma mater is ourselves. If I become a "celebrity" after a certain year, if someone asks me my last name, I will proudly tell her: "I am a real person!" "

Being small is the first starting point of my life, and you have taught me infinite knowledge and the truth of being a man. I want to repay you with the best results and tell you with the simplest actions: thank you, really small! My dear alma mater!

Time flies, flowers bloom and fall. In a blink of an eye, my primary school life is coming to an end and I am about to step into a brand-new middle school life. Dear alma mater, I'm leaving. Bye!

Goodbye, dear teacher! Looking back on the course of six years, each of our achievements embodies your hard work and sweat; Every progress we have made is inseparable from your teaching and help. You care for our delicate flowers like a gardener; You are like a big tree to shelter us from the wind and rain; Your mind embraces us like the sea. We will never forget your inculcation, your kind eyes and your gratified smile. However, dear teacher, goodbye!

Goodbye, dear students! Thank you for your greetings and concern when I was frustrated, and for taking care of me when I was sick. Classmates for six years, we spent this wonderful time together. We used to struggle in the ocean of knowledge and have fun together on the flat playground. It's been six years, and we're going to separate. How can I be calm? I will never forget those days when we lived together day and night, nor will I forget the profound friendship we forged. But, dear students, farewell!

Goodbye, beautiful campus! I planted it myself. Xiaohua, are you still there? That's my own sapling. Are you okay? Those tall trees, those beautiful flowers, those lush shrubs, the swaying pendulum, the white teaching building and the buzzing bees ... farewell. Farewell. say goodbye to ...

Farewell! Teacher. Farewell! Classmate. Farewell! Alma mater. Farewell! Farewell!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 6 April has come, can the graduation season in June be far behind? I can't help sweating at the thought of leaving the basketball court that I have been with for a long time.

Since I entered school, what I remember most is the basketball court on campus. There are four basketball stands in the court. They have experienced the hot summer and cold winter, the wind and the sword, and the "indiscriminate bombing" of a group of little boys. Four nets were killed, and only one net was still "struggling", but it also damaged more than half. It's really pathetic.

We like to jump up and grab the net, and then use it as a basketball stand to simulate dunk, so that the net has spent six happy years with us. Today, however, when the bell rang, we rushed down the stairs as usual, climbed the stairs of the playground in two steps, and quickly ran to the basket for the next layup. When the basketball entered, there was a sound of friction between the basketball and the basket, only to find a brand-new basket hanging on the shelf. My heart suddenly felt like a bite from a beetle, and my nose and throat were also uncomfortable. Looking at this brand-new basket, I can't help but think of the scene of sweating and grabbing the basket with my classmates, and my ears seem to echo the cheers and shouts of every big and small game in the past. I suddenly lost my interest in playing basketball, and my body seemed to be drained by the engine. I have no strength at all, so I have to go home glumly.

Lying in bed at night, the more I think about it, the worse I feel. I left the campus in June, and I don't know when I can return to my alma mater and the familiar basketball court. I don't know if the janitor will recognize me when he comes back and let me in. I wonder if the basketball court will be familiar after I come back.

The next day, during recess, I stood in the corner of the book and looked at the basketball court. I kept shouting, "Farewell, dear basketball court!" " "

Farewell to Grade 6 Composition 7 From the moment I first set foot on Hongqi Primary School, what I remember most is the statue of the teacher walking with the students. Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I will say goodbye to my alma mater soon!

When I was in the fourth grade, I remember very clearly that I quietly took off the red scarf around my neck and hung it under the statue, smiling at him stupidly, thinking: If only it were me above. Seeing someone coming, I quickly took off my red scarf and hung it back around my neck.

Maybe it was in fifth grade. Suddenly found that the statue "explosion" on the playground was gone. Like a bubble, it takes away the happiness every day with a bang.

The next morning, I went to school in frustration. I looked up, and my eyes lit up-the statue moved to the flower bed under the national flag, which made the ordinary-looking statue more energetic than before.

As a rule, imagine first and then imitate. Imagination is to imagine yourself as that person, to feel and listen to the chirping of birds for the first time, to smell the swaying of flowers, and to imagine yourself walking among flowers, smelling here and there, which is extremely happy. Imitate-imitate the movements and demeanor in the statue, take a brisk step, look happy, and raise your mouth. Maybe God cares about me. My math exam result was hilarious that day. 105!

Although the statue can't talk, let alone walk, he spent it with me when I was lonely and told her when I was disappointed.

It's been six years, and I'm leaving, but my heart will always be there. Farewell to school, teachers, classmates and the statue.

Say goodbye to the sixth grade composition 86 years of primary school life is fleeting, and there are only a few months left in the long six years. Junior high school brought me not only simple pressure, but also loneliness and discomfort. Friends who have been together for six years will soon be separated, and some are sad but unable to change. "There is no banquet that never ends, and the final outcome of mankind is separation." With this idea, it is human nature to be on and off. How many times do people have to live for a hundred years? But when you say goodbye, you will definitely meet again, because it is goodbye.

Although I went a little too far, it is inevitable that I will feel sad when I recall the bits and pieces with my classmates. Our class is noisy to others, but sometimes it is quite United. I will laugh at you after being approved, I will help you if you don't have a book, I will make a fuss, and I will help you out.

We will also do some stupid things with our friend unknown so. The style of doing things is to fly into a rage and say yes to you. Will your heart feel better? This man has no minefield. First, lies, second, affectation, third, rumors, fourth, disrespect, and fifth, making fun of others. Lying has now become a common practice for everyone. Wechat and QQ used photos of strangers on the Internet to show off to others that "this is me" is proof that there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and all the "white lies" were only told to him later, which doubled his sudden pain.

There is a lyric in "The Truth is False" that says "young people are good at telling lies, and they deceive the world with one eye". Come to think of it, it is. Many tragedies are not all rooted in deception.

Be a good person, a good person who doesn't lie!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 9 Farewell to the alma mater! The alma mater that once gave me joy and honor!

After all, six years of primary school life is short. In a blink of an eye, I will become a middle school student from an ignorant doll. Who gave me knowledge? Who taught me how to be a man? Who gave me the key to the seven treasures of knowledge? It's you, my dear alma mater!

Graduation from primary school is the first milestone in my life. I stood beside this milestone and recalled my six-year primary school life. Ah! Everything is so unforgettable.

I will never forget you-the beautiful environment of my alma mater. Green grass, beautiful flowers in full bloom, bronze stone stairs, wide playground, long runway, tall trees and refreshing vegetable garden all left my figure, my smile and my deep affection for my alma mater.

I will never forget you, my dear teacher. You gave me knowledge; This is what you taught me; It's you ... I remember when I was in second grade. One day, I had a high fever in class. You are anxious, take me to the hospital quickly. Under the doctor's treatment, my condition has improved, and you are relieved. How much you look like my mother! How much you care about our study! It's midnight, and you are still correcting our homework and preparing lessons for us. You gave us love and knowledge, but your hair was dyed white by ruthless years.

Now I'm leaving, I'm leaving your motherly mother. How can I stand it? However, the road of life is very long, and I can't stay with you forever, just as a child can't snuggle in his mother's arms forever. But I will never forget that you are in my heart, and I will miss you forever.

Farewell, my dear alma mater!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 10 As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. How time flies. I will graduate from primary school soon. There are too many regrets here, because there are memories of my childhood. When I was sitting at my desk, I slowly recalled the six years of primary school life and felt that these six years had been very fulfilling and happy. I learned a lot of knowledge in class and made many like-minded friends. Every day at school, I feel full and happy.

Before I entered primary school, I was still playing with children who were not sensible. I will graduate from here in six years. I learned a lot of knowledge and the truth of being a man. I got the pleasure of friendship here. These friends painted colorful rainbows for my childhood, which made me feel the warmth of the world.

Now I'm really going to graduate soon, and my heart is full of reluctant feelings. Everything here has been deeply engraved in my mind, and I think I will never forget everything here.

Although parting is sad, it is a journey we have to go through on the road of life, which cannot be concealed. What we can do is to keep this sadness in our hearts, sort out our feelings and hold our heads high.

Say goodbye to my alma mater. I am proud of you today, and I will make you proud of me tomorrow.

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 1 1 Time flies, and six years have passed. I am already a middle school student. Memories at the beginning, just walked into the school gate that a green, innocent face, and classmates are not familiar with, but now they have become bosom friends, and when I think of it, my mouth will be full of smiles. That scene, happy or sad, will be remembered in my heart. In these years, one person cried and the whole class comforted; One person wins and the whole class celebrates; One person loses and the whole class goes up; One person leaves and the whole class is injured; One person sends it, and the whole class wants it; One person invited the whole class to go. This is who we are, who we have been all these years.

In the past five years, we have spent many wonderful memories, including joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. My colleagues are T's classmates and teachers. It seems that I learned to walk and run slowly from a child who can't walk. The beginning of all this is so beautiful and pure. ...

Time is gone forever. Recalling the dribs and drabs of primary school, I can't help but burst into tears. There is a reason to laugh; Quarrel between classmates, sad; I was also happy because of the teacher's praise. All this really makes it hard for me to give up!

Parting is just around the corner, let's remember everything in our alma mater, remember the teachers' inculcation, and walk out of the door of our alma mater with hope and longing for a better future.

Let's get together: remember the entrustment of our alma mater and hold up tomorrow's sun with our youth and wisdom. After 20 years, we have become the pillars of the motherland, and then come to our alma mater and say, Teacher, we have not failed your hope!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 12 years have passed through my dreamy soul, and my poetic primary school life is coming to an end and I left my alma mater.

When I was in the first grade, I was still a naive child. I am curious about the flowers, grass, grass and trees of my alma mater. The two loquat trees on campus, which can only be surrounded by two people, stand day and night like our protector. The four-leaf clover in front of the classroom is like a lucky god, accompanying our six-year primary school career.

I am still fascinated by the classroom of my alma mater. At that time, the sound of the book was very loud, and sometimes I wrote a wonderful Sasha Vujacic symphony, which still lingers in my ears.

Walking around the campus, we have good memories in every corner. The magnificent teaching building is inlaid with four big gold characters, which has become our motto.

In the flower bed, we used to play, catch earthworms and fly butterflies.

On the playground, when raising the national flag, I was so proud as a flag bearer.

Goodbye, my dear teacher.

The loving Chinese teacher taught me the truth of being a man, and the majestic math teacher taught me the rigor of mathematics and the meticulous knowledge. Dear English teacher, you have taught me all kinds of grammar.

Farewell, alma mater; Goodbye, teacher,

I will try my best to fly to the blue sky like an eagle leaving my mother!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 13 goodbye, alma mater! During my five-year study and life at my alma mater, I have experienced ups and downs, joys and sorrows. These make me forget you, my dear alma mater.

Farewell! My beloved teacher! Dear teacher Fang, you taught me to taste words, appreciate sentences and write articles. My thesis revision and excellent grades are all your training for me. Dear teacher Yu, you taught me fractions, decimals and equations. The approving eyes and the bright red five-pointed star all gave me the motivation to make progress. Dear Miss Zhou, you taught me English listening, reading and writing. Those competition certificates are my reward for you!

Farewell! My lovely classmate! We experienced joy, anger, sadness and happiness together. When our class won the first prize in the school art festival, everyone laughed. That's a happy smile. When the photo behind the exhibition board of our class was poked in the eyes by naughty classmates, we all looked at them angrily. They were so ashamed that they wanted to find a gap to drill down. That's an angry expression. When the Code of Conduct in our class was late, we sighed, which was a sad sigh. When our class won the "hidden night March" in the two-day camp, we cheered for victory. It was a cry of joy.

Farewell! My dear alma mater! Looking at the school playground, we will think of our classmates' favorites-physical education class and competitive sports meeting. On the big playground in physical education class, I failed countless times and successfully practiced countless times. On the big playground where the sports meeting was held, we once left behind sweat and laughter after success, as well as sighs and tears after failure. Goodbye, alma mater! Goodbye, my dear alma mater, my lovely classmates and my beloved teacher!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 14 when I stood on the campus that has nurtured me for six years, I remembered that I was about to wave goodbye to this school, and a feeling of parting came to my mind, and tears moistened my eyes.

When I looked up at the sky again, I found that everything was full of parting. I think of hard-working teachers and friendly classmates. I imagine everything on campus is so familiar and kind. I still remember that whenever I was confused, the teacher taught me sentence by sentence; Whenever I fall, my classmates lend a helping hand; Whenever I fail, the teacher always gives me one encouraging look after another; Whenever I succeed, my classmates applaud me again and again ... these scenes are so clear and moving!

Recalling our alma mater brings us not only happiness and happiness, but also more and more hope and knowledge. Here, we study together; Here, we play together; Here, we have changed from ignorant children to energetic teenagers. Alma mater! You are a ray of sunshine in my childhood. Alma mater! You are my happy childhood memories. Alma mater, it's time to leave. We will set sail from here and embark on a new journey. We will always remember you-my dear alma mater!

Farewell! This makes me full of joy, nostalgia and a campus full of growth footprints!

Farewell to the sixth grade composition 15 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and five years of primary school life will soon leave like a cloud. Now, I am about to graduate. I will bid farewell to my beloved teacher, my dear classmate and my dear alma mater and walk into the gate of Sun Jizhong's school.

Whenever I think of the teacher's inculcation, my heart is full of gratitude. After five years of primary school life, I am about to enter a new school and start a new career. What a happy thing it is, because I have grown up and learned more knowledge.

Primary school life is a good memory for me. It missed too many things and too many people. Five years of life is really with relish, in that sacred land, condensed with laughter. It left our growing footprints and our sweat. I feel unspeakable sadness at the thought of leaving my alma mater. It is just like my mother, with warm arms, wide palms and solid arms.

However, I am full of longing for the coming life, and I am really looking forward to it! It is also very contradictory. I can't bear it for a while, and I am full of expectations for a while. I wonder what strange things will happen in the new campus. I'm already imagining it. It's really ridiculous.

Thank you for the teacher who has been quietly paying for me. Only with you can we have a better tomorrow. I would like to express my heartfelt thanks and high respect to you! I also hope that my grades in the new school are thriving and my future is bright! Come on!