graduation

When the spring breeze blows on my face, my heart is always so warm. When the bright sun shines on my face, my heart is always so sweet, but I don’t know that the wind blows and blows away all this. Looking at the wicker outside the window in the breeze, I did not pick up my love.

When people have joys and sorrows, when the moon is full of gloom and gloom, the good times always go very fast, and the moment passes, and when they graduate, the classroom is filled with a strong reluctance, to the classmates to the teacher. For the alma mater, it is a constant friendship. Recalling the life of this small six-year country is like a colorful painting, rich in our rich childhood, recording the wind and rain we have traveled. I remember that when I first entered the school, I couldn’t leave the moment when my parents wowed and cried. I remember the teacher holding our little hand and licking our moment, remembering the moment when the students gave the food to everyone, remembering our wishes at that time, remembering Our promise. Everything in this has left a deep mark on my heart. At that time, the classroom was full of laughter and laughter, full of happiness. Since then, this friendship has rooted in my heart and gradually grows. This journey, we walked together, on this road, we met I have been through danger, I have encountered wind and rain, I have encountered thorns, and I have encountered failures. But we always make sunshine after the storm. After the failure, we will succeed. No matter the wind and rain, the thorns, the danger, the failure, we can overcome it. I don’t know that there has always been one. Double invisible wings, fly with me, fly through the paradise of knowledge, the teacher is your love, and the unity of the students, the teacher is like a heroic warrior in front of us for the thorns, blocking All things that are harmful to us leave us only a sunny road. When we test the exam, you don't blame us, but encourage us. When we make mistakes, you guide us. You always treat us as your children. We always regard us as the treasure in the palm of your hand. Teacher, I don't. Know what kind of words to thank you, repay you, maybe I can't use words to describe my mood at this moment, I only have to study hard, maybe this is the best gift.

The last time, the last time I went to see this campus that reminds me of my growing footprints, look at them, talk to them, don’t touch them, and finally touch them, remember their faces, then The last time I talked to them, talking to each other's heart, because they want to leave, it is also a partner who grew up with them from an early age. They are the atmosphere of their alma mater. Look at the alma mater who raised us for six years. This great mother. . When I came to the stone ladder, it seemed to be surrounded by the laughter of the classmates. I can go back to this moment. They are just like bubbles. To leave, the campus becomes silent and deserted. Because everyone I am very sad at this moment; I came to the library and looked at this friend who had taught us the knowledge, as if I heard the laughter they once had, but it was blown by the wind, and it all disappeared. I suddenly looked back and found that the world is It’s so bleak; coming to this lovely classroom is perhaps the most worthy nostalgic place, because it’s like your own home, with feelings, as if you saw the teacher or stood there, in the same position, give us classes. Still writing a chalk word, we are still sitting in the seat, listening carefully to the teacher's lecture, but I don't know when it is carrying the baggage. None of this belongs to us, it will disappear in our world and will leave us. When this door is closed, let me recall some more, let it last forever, because it will be a good memory.

The last person to say goodbye should be a classmate. They have been my brothers and sisters for many years, because they are very good to me. We have worked together for our dreams. We live together and have studied for so many years. When they need help, they extend their warm hands and help me unselfishly. When I forget to bring books, they prefer to be punished and lend me books. When it rains, when I forget to bring an umbrella, they are umbrellas. Lend me, I am going home in the rain, ah, my friends, how great these words are, when I am living here, I suddenly said to leave all this, no, I don’t want to, I don’t want to go alone. In the face, I have a dependence on all of this. A little bird wants to leave the partner, rely on it, and start flying to the sky from here. I don’t know if it is not willing to let them. It should not leave. It wants to live here forever and live with them. Learning together, the answer you can get is yes, that is no. I want a person to carry luggage to face the difficulties in life, to set sail, to the future, dear students, dear teachers, dear alma mater, please let me be the last time when this door is about to close. Do one thing for you, give a deep hug, and let me take this door.

Looking at the stars in the sky, I want to ask why there is such a thing in the world. If I have it, why should I lose it? Why bother me? Maybe I will never find the answer and look at this lovely star. The beautiful moon, let me leave this tearful love in this land that loves me.

Guiyang City, Guizhou Province, Guiyang City, the sixth grade of the experimental country: 1148864514