The thought of a month later has an unspeakable emotion.

Six years of elementary school life is about to end the thought of the students, the teacher of the knowledge I want to cry a lot. Six years of elementary school students are like a shot out of an arrow suddenly. When I was in primary school, I nestled into my father's arms and entered the school gate. Everything in the school made me curious. The bell rang and I went into the teacher's seat and looked at the teacher. Between classes we were playing ultraman's game and wanted to think about how naive I was, how naive and cute I was. Now I want to graduate, but I still want to go to primary school again. I spent six years in primary school with my classmates and teachers with happiness and frustration.

In the month before graduation, I will cherish the time to spend a minute with my classmates and teachers, and put a full stop to my primary school life!

By the time I passed, I had spent three years in junior high school, and I felt so much in my heart at the end of my final years in junior high school.

Three years of dribs and drabs, condensed into a few thin memories.

How many times do we read, bird, and sunshine under the tree? How many times do you see flowers, trees and fountains by the wayside? How many times I read "little strokes fell great oaks", "practical innovation", read "drifting away in May and June will be coming to. Monthly exam must, the examination is around the corner. Who will thrive, seen in late June. God reward those who work hard, not my sin"

Every familiar corner of the campus has left us laughing, and every inch of the campus has spilled our sweat.

Our youth songs are played on the playground, and our silent beacon-fire is aroused in the examination room.

At the party, we have the best and most beautiful memories. There is our most happy, pure laughter in the classroom. We have the deepest and dearest love in the aisle.

Graduation hall bells rang several times to us already, the end of the examination examination, this marks the prelude to our junior high school career will also go over, also remind us to leave and some good students.

In the heart is more is reluctant, in the mind wandering the former memory remnants, a curtain of the old scene echoes in the mind.

Think of the class teacher who often worries about class.

In order to manage the class better, he took the angry stick and beat the students who made mistakes because of the greed.

The burning pain, the swelling of the skin, is just a lesson, hoping to evoke deep feelings, the scars will be remembered.

And sighing for our various teachers.

Their due diligence ", how many labors in the hustle and bustle of the night, incandescent light, thumbing through a handful of exercise books are marked, pen, hand waving dance much painstaking effort uncountable NingZhu among them. We must learn to be grateful.

In the days that we have been through, the diary of laughter, my hand dance through; The body in the field of the operation, the hard work, the hands to the first tenacious, I see the unity of our class. The talent show at the Christmas party, the people's xin smile, I see the harmony of my class, the music class of the wrong singing voice, the physical education class of the strong body, xin smile chase. In art class, we are painting colorfulare the days when we walked together.