I love my school

School is the cradle of our growth and a holy place that we can never forget in our memory. Time will leave traces in our lives, and the school accepts our children growing up from different families with her broad mind year after year. She has cultivated us conscientiously, imparting knowledge to me, and letting us swim in the ocean of knowledge, making us a successor to the comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, and the future of the motherland.

Schools love us and we love schools. Because of love, we have the responsibility, have the obligation to protect the grass and trees here, maintain the collective honor of the school, start from ourselves, start from the small things around us, and add glory to the school.

The school is like a big family. The teachers are like amiable elders. The students are close brothers and sisters. If there is no teacher, we will lose our direction and deviate from the course; without classmates, it is like losing sunshine in life, and there is no laughter in joy. The gathering of everyone makes our life more splendid. Here is the glorious moment in our life, and the starting point for us to meet the society. Then we should hold hands and add light to our alma mater.

Every bit of the experience that I have experienced in school will become a splendid fireworks in the night sky that we bloom in the future. Although short-lived, it can leave eternal beauty in our lives. Lang Lang's reading sound attracted me to move forward, and I couldn't help but want to follow the rhythm of their reading and savor the meaning of those notes. We have hopes and dreams of traveling in the sea of ​​books. Everyone is fighting hard and fighting for ideals. In the classroom, I have to be tight, because the competition is too intense, but because it is struggle, I am happy. There was sweat on the footprints that were too hasty.

The wicker was gently stroked by the wind, fiddling with the waist, and stopped by the ink pool, watching the layers of the river that was agitated and no longer calm. With a lot of thoughts, the softness of the heart suddenly becomes very warm. I installed a circle around the long gravel road, but I didn't feel tired in my heart. At this point, the footprints of a circle and a circle are in a single loop...

The school with the pride of the sky, the competition is too cruel, but the pain caused by the end can only be our own. "Ganyulou", I like the name of this building, so when I am sad, I will think of its top floor when I am frustrated. Sometimes I think, if I am afraid of high, will it not come up? The answer is that I will still come up. In my opinion, the wind on the top floor is very big, very quiet, and the people downstairs are very small. It feels good whether it is overlooking or overlooking. Find a good location to stop and watch, quietly watching the grievances and dissatisfaction in the heart will disappear in the wind. Many times I think, what happens when I jump from here? Three-point and one-line life will bind us to rebellious, and it will be tired after a long time. The footprints are no longer so much, because I just want to find a place to stay?

Tree-lined depressions, gardens filled with flowers, clean and tidy playgrounds, towering buildings – this is the cradle of education.

The school and the true meaning of its education are in line with each other, inspiring us to be angry. Year after year, day after day, the school embraces students who have gathered together in all directions because of their broad spirits, and uses its vast faculty to educate a group of children from different backgrounds and unconcerned children into high-spirited teenagers. It has no complaints, diligent work, and watched the students step by step, learned on a daily basis, and sent away a batch of pillars.

School is where we are happy. At school, we are carefree and enthusiastic. In the colorful campus life, we gradually understand self-esteem, self-love, self-improvement, and full of illusions about the things around us, and have hopes and hopes for future life. The road to the future may be twisted and twisted, but at least we now seem to understand and understand. In the face of the crisis, we will be silent and fearless, step by step to the front of hope.

The school made us energetic, but we couldn't forget the teacher's teaching. The teachers wrote a three-dimensional life in chalk, activated the nerves of the people with repeated shackles, and staged the motivation of learning with familiar movements. Our middle school students are a reserve army built by the state. And the adjustment of the army is of course the cradle of education? ? --school. The new era requires new thinking and new knowledge, and more needs the inheritance of excellent traditions and brave development. All of this implies the root of dreams and is the school. Life is the process of interpreting hope, and the transition from it is school.

Without a thousand words to describe my feelings for the school, a string of words merged into one sentence: I love my school!

Jiangsu Yangzhou Gaoyou City Zanhua School First Day: Neon