Goodbye, alma mater

Goodbye, my alma mater, who cultivated me from a small sapling into a towering tree; goodbye, my alma mater, who let me wake me up in my childhood; goodbye, alma mater, who accompanied me through six spring, autumn, winter and summer. I am grateful for the a thousand words of my alma mater. Classrooms, classmates, campuses, and teachers will all be precious memories of my last time at my alma mater.

I still remember the scenes of laughter and laughter with my classmates, so I cherish this last little happiness. I still remember that we have studied hard here, so we should study hard to cherish this time.

The teachers who taught us for a few years have continued to write on the blackboard with the hands of countless chalks. When we were injured again, they were comforting us. It is they who teach us when we have problems. That morning, I came to the campus with my classmates. On the way to the classroom, I saw a female student chasing a male student on the campus. The boy held the girl’s pencil case in his hand and smiled on his face. When I was not angry, I gave my schoolbag to one of my classmates. I went to chase the naughty boy and asked him to return the pencil case to the girl. But the boy ran faster than me. I couldn’t catch up with him. I had to bring the girl to the teacher and always said the boy. After the event, our classmates were comforting the female classmate: "Don't be familiar with him. He won't dare in the future." After listening to the classmates, the female classmate was not as angry as before. What I am moved is: the feelings of care between the students. Although these things are being performed every day, they still involuntarily envy the unity and embarrassment of our class.

The time of my alma mater is very short, and the heart of my alma mater will never return.

Sixth grade of experimental national small class in Xigong District, Luoyang City, Luoyang, Henan Province: Wang Ziyuan