Alma Mater’s speech in my heart

Part 1: The alma mater’s speech in my heart

For many years, although I have never returned to my alma mater once, I have no relatives to develop a new position in my alma mater. However, everything that my alma mater is familiar with has been deeply in my heart.
My alma mater, often in my dreams! For many years, I have dreamed of the winding path leading to the school more than once, dreaming of an old big banyan tree at the school gate, dreaming of the familiarity of the school tea house roof. Big clock, dreaming of a quaint temple building on campus. In my dream, I returned to the era of innocence, sitting in a spacious classroom with my classmates, listening to the teacher’s lectures, going to the library to borrow books, watching the sun on the small dirt slope opposite the playground, sitting together. Answering the test papers in the examination room, the feeling of nervousness and urgency to write can not be as good as the final exam of the year...
My alma mater is located in the southeast of Shicheng. I go to school every day. I climbed along the narrow and curved road of the city wall. I walked through the back of the kiln and walked for dozens of meters before I went to school. At the school gate, the old banyan tree like a pine-green cypress is like a wanderer waiting for a long return. With warm arms, welcoming us, winter and summer, day and night, giving people a warm, giving To be happy. This old tree truly witnessed the vicissitudes of history and brilliant achievements of the alma mater in the past 65 years. Here, although it is only two years of study, it is the growth stage of our youth from youth to youth. It is the golden age that is most memorable in my life. The accumulation and precipitation of knowledge in the past two years, as well as the care and education received, have greatly helped and profoundly affected my life.
The most memorable ones are the hard-working, respectable teachers! At the school's teacher-student conference, the old principal's speech and the teacher's speech, and the teacher Zhao, used his low and melodious tone to quote Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong". The sentence of "white head, empty and sad" encourages us to cherish the boyhood, and I will never forget the scene of study! Our teachers are mostly college students who have just been assigned in seven or eight years. They are passionate, dedicated, energetic, and the lectures are novel and unique. It quickly won the love and respect of the students. English teacher Wei Weili is our class teacher. He is rigorous in teaching and meticulous in lectures. On the one hand, he is aiming at the students' rejection of English classes, and tries to make students improve their interest in learning and read more. Gradually, the classmates overcome the obstacles that shy can't open their mouths, read boldly, recite, and improve their academic performance. On the other hand, he focuses on the ideological education of students. Which classmates have difficulties in family, and which classmates have changed their moods, he will find out in time, give patient education and guidance, and give meticulous care and help. Students are often educated to be self-respecting, self-love, solid and hard-working, and to serve the motherland in the future.
There are many kinds of happiness, high-official thick, rich and rich is a kind of happiness; career development, outstanding achievement is a kind of happiness; however, indifferent peace, peace and well-being, but also is not a kind of happiness! Years are not confused, knowing the destiny. For me, the season of grass on the Qingqing River has passed, but I can still enjoy the beauty of this land, and I still grateful and cherish!
Thank you for your alma mater, thank you dear teachers from your alma mater, you have given me the spirit of vigorousness, perseverance, humility, and down-to-earth spirit. I will always miss you and bless you! The 65th anniversary of the alma mater is coming soon. On the occasion, I sincerely hope that my dear alma mater will have a long-lasting flow, peach and plum fragrance, broad prospects, and Pengcheng Miles, to cultivate more and better useful talents for the motherland!


Part 2: Alma Mater's speech in my heart

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Time flies like a rush, in the blink of an eye, high school graduation has been 5 months, whenever I think of three years of high school, I am always full of deep feelings for my alma mater, teachers, and classmates.
Grateful to my teacher! The teachers worked diligently, selflessly, taught us knowledge, inspired our wisdom, standardized our behavior, and more importantly created a pleasant and positive learning environment for us; fostered our serious and responsible attitude and optimism and positive Enterprising spirit! Let us have a good foundation on the road to growth! Time is scouring our memory, and things will be gradually forgotten, but the teacher's cultivation can't be forgotten. The teachers, like their mothers, work hard to open up our land with different shapes and nutrients until we are neat and fertile. !
Thanks to my classmates! Those students accompanied me through high school for three years, boring three years. There will also be ups and downs along the way. We cried together, laughed together, we were happy together for a joke, we were saddened by a bad grade, and we worked hard for our goals... Nowadays, we all have different Road, working together for their dreams, but the days we used to be together have been deeply reflected in my mind, although the difference, but the pure friendship between the students did not change with the passage of time. Maybe there will be no audio for a long time, but as soon as I see the classmates at the top of the bookcase, I immediately wake up from the heart!
Along the way, because of my alma mater, I grew up from a small tree! Because of her, my sky has become blue and vast, because she, my dream has wings! After paying and sacrificing, she is getting tired, tired and thin, tired and old. For the mother, a "thank you" word is simply not enough to match my love for you in my heart. I am attached to you and respect you. In my eyes, you are very beautiful, and the flowers are falling and falling!
Thanks to the "mother" school, why not say the school and say the alma mater? What is the special meaning of the mother word?
Mother, as the name suggests, is the mother, the mother! Dongfeng Elementary School, like our mother, educated us and took care of us, giving us the most and strongest care.
Dear Alma Mater: Why does the sky give me comfort if I have nothing in the sky? It is hope. The earth is always silent, but why can it give me strength? It is strong!
My alma mater, standing on the tail of the sixth grade, I gently bid farewell to you.
I still remember that when I ran wildly this summer, my elementary school life ended. New schools, new classrooms, new teachers, new opportunities, new challenges are welcome.
If the past is so hot, the past is countless. If I compare these six years of happiness and moving to wealth, I must be as rich as I am. If I am attached to your attachment and retreat at this moment, then I will be richer than Bill. I was moved, I always thought too much and said too little. Here, how much friendship I have married, how many wonderful things I have witnessed, how to pay for the rewards and the harvest, I still have no answer after 6 years of fingering.
I remember when the first grade first entered the school, the teacher’s respectable appearance; when I remember the second grade sports meeting, the students shouted in the heat; when I remembered the third grade song contest, everyone was full of passions; remember the fourth grade parents. When I was meeting, my heart was not satisfied with the bumps and jumps; when I remembered the fifth grade essay competition, my indescribable excitement; I remember when the sixth grade was taken as a graduation photo, everyone’s hardship was difficult.
teacher! You bring the guidance of the strict father, you bring the care of the mother, and you bring the understanding of the brother. What the teachers are doing may not be magnificent, just a point of confusion when they are confused; there may not be much gain, just a heartfelt thanks, but why not? When you stand on the three-foot platform, in this most beautiful scenery, what a fascinating touch you should have.
Classmates! You decorate my life, you render my happiness, you are more open and talk to me. The fire of affection and friendship, the burning of the students! Laughing, passing notes, etc. in class are all happy places.
My alma mater, your good can't finish, the road is inexhaustible, it can be a willow on the roadside, a leaf on the ground, or the sweat of struggle and the tears of happiness, but also the sense of belonging of the soul.
The alma mater, the letter to you is a flying love poem, gently telling my thoughts.
The letter to you is a luxuriant tree filled with the fruits of day and night efforts.
The letter to you is a thick diary, which records laughter and tears, parting and gathering.
The letter to you is a piece of white paper that is spotless, and I hope that later generations will draw a more beautiful blueprint.
Alma mater, you are the sky, so that the young bluebird can see hope.
Alma mater, you are the land, let the weak flowers know what is strong.
After 6 years, I went around in the crowd and searched for it. Everyone found their own ending. I am gradually drifting away from the road of life. You didn't say anything, just fold a green plum, leave my concern and wait for the spring of the coming year.
Alma mater, you don't know, the grateful seed planted in my heart has already become a shame.
I miss the morning rush, so I stepped up from the first floor and started again.
I missed the class and leaned on the railing to look at the strange back and see the same strange sea of ​​clouds.
I miss the church, miss the problem, miss the praise, and miss the criticism.
I miss tears, miss tears for whom, and tears when I miss them.


Part 3: Alma Mater's speech in my heart

First of all, thank the school for providing such a platform to meet with you. Being able to stand here, I am very excited, there is a feeling like a world. 26 years ago, a 17-year-old boy left here and no one noticed his existence. Twenty-six years later, he is 43 years old and his height has not changed, but he is already a middle age. This is me, the one standing in front of everyone. For so many years, I have a strong desire to return to my alma mater. Now that I am finally standing here, I feel embarrassed and beyond time and space.
In the face of my alma mater, my teachers, classmates, and the current teachers and students, I will give you a brief memory. My original name was Feng Xiaodan. Born in 1966 in the village of Changzhi County. Everyone should know that 1966 was the beginning of the Cultural Revolution. In February 1982, he transferred from Changzhi County to Zhongzhi City, and studied in the No. 124 class. At the age of 16 years old. The class teacher is mathematics teacher Wang Meilian, the language teacher is Gao Jiazhen, the geography teacher is Niu Aifang, the history teacher is vice president Huang Yan, the political teacher is Han Peihan, and the physical education teacher is Shen Tucheng.
When I first transferred to this class, there were about 50 people in the class. The classroom where I lived was the classroom where Zhao Shuli lived. By the autumn of 1982, there were more than 50 transfer students in the class, with a total number of 108 people, claiming 108. This time, the number of books I have just selected 108 books, specifically to commemorate every student. Since I am small, I am arranged in the second row. The accommodation is borrowed from a bungalow in the school’s east home. Every Saturday afternoon, I took a bus from Changzhi back to Changzhi County, and then returned to school on Sunday afternoon. So reciprocating.
The school’s conditions at the time were not comparable to today’s, simple teaching facilities, dilapidated playgrounds, and simple canteens, but what impressed me the most was that when I entered the school, I could see the two large lilacs in front of the school building. The spring is open, fragrant and colorful, the flowers are compelling, and there is a romantic and charming feeling, which makes me full of good memories. In the next 27 years, whenever I saw the lilac, I would think of the campus I was studying for. In recent years, there is a song called lilac, and when I listen to my thoughts, I will return to my alma mater.
For the alma mater, the most impressed is the teacher at the alma mater. In addition to the class teacher Wang Meilian, Niu Aifang, who teaches geography, and Huang Yan, who teaches history, have a great influence on me. In the memory, Mr. Huang, a native of Hunan, graduated from Peking University in 1949, and is a classmate with the famous "Shen Chong Incident" protagonist. My two homework, the basics played very well, have never been reviewed in private, the college entrance examination scores are not low. Moreover, my accumulation of history and place has played a significant role in my later development, which is today's academic path and cultural investigation. At that time, I left the dream of "walking the Yellow River and the Yangtze River on foot, inspecting the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and traveling around the world". These are the imprints left to me by the geography history class at that time. It is like a raging fire that infects me. Huang Yan, a history teacher who spoke a Hunan dialect, let me know about international history through his humorous and wise language. For example, Hezbollah’s fight against Israel and Gaddafi’s purchase of nuclear bombs in China will help me understand the world. It is the enlightenment.
For many years, I have had many alma materes from elementary school to university, but the experience in Changzhi No.1 is special. From the summer of 1983, I have been away from my alma mater for 26 years, and the middle is only once in the summer of 2006. Even so, it does not mean that I do not miss this place. Instead, I often think of her, inadvertently. Maybe, the school doesn't know the existence of this person, but I will never forget it, because I am going out from here and going further into the world. Here is my life station, my place of growth and development, from one How can I forget the transition from youth to youth? ! I can only mourn her silently.
In the next three years, the alma mater is a hundred years old. As a student who goes out, I am deeply proud of it. I wish this three famous schools can develop better. If she is a leafy century-old tree, then I am one of them. One of the branches, clinging to her tightly. Finally, I expressed my gratitude and blessings to my teachers and classmates. I also wish the school leaders, teachers and students a happy and happy life, and a better life! ! !