A hundred rivers go east to the sea and tomorrow to the west? Time is like a surging sea, which flows day after day and never returns. However, we live in the ocean of this era and keep digging for "treasures". With the passage of time, I dug up a lot of "little treasures", so I walked out of my childish childhood and stood in the middle of my childhood and youth. I bid farewell to everything in my childhood, which is just a colorful pearl in my memory warehouse.

"June 1st" is an indispensable festival in childhood and a happy day for us. On that day, our classmates and teachers cheered together, enjoyed together and spent this wonderful time together, which will always be in our minds.

But this year's June 1, we are a little bitter in joy, because this is our last June 1. Although we were very happy that day, we took part in swimming activities. Some of us took part in playing basketball and walking faster than anyone else. Look! The man was caught and even pea-like sweat could not help flowing down from his forehead, and all the students next to him cheered for him. In the end, he won and got the fruits of victory. And some people go fishing, that is, fishing for bottles, more careful than others, seeing that that person's eyes are bigger than grapes, and two pairs of eyes have been looking at the bottle mouth; Others try to guess couplets and answer historical questions, which are specially designed for people who love reading, but they also make many jokes: Sun Quan's strategist-useless, Zhuge Liang chopped Ma Su with tears-killed Jiang Menshen with two or three punches, and Zhuge Liang's goose feather fan-panicked. One joke after another surprised the teacher, laughing until his stomach ached, while the students next to him stared at the teacher stupidly, wondering why the teacher laughed.

On this joyful June 1st, which is also the last June 1st in life, the campus on that day was full of cheers, shouts and laughter, and the campus on that day was the happiest. Unfortunately, the happy days of "the sunset is not limited to good, and it is buried by the coming night" are always too short.

Flowers will reopen one day and people will no longer be young. Piles of the past are reflected in our minds. More than six spring and autumn periods are like a picture scroll, which is full of human ups and downs. They all record the stories of nurturing our growth, success and failure, such as winning the prize for the first time, being criticized by the teacher for the first time, participating in the school sports meeting for the first time, and many others, just like countless stars in the sky.

I remember on June 1st, the first grade, I could get many gifts and wear a red scarf to become a young pioneer. At that time, I was very proud, obeyed discipline, listened to the teacher's instruction and tried to be an excellent young pioneer. I watch my lovely classmates and knowledgeable teachers grow up with them every day, adding a lot of happiness and knowledge every day.

It rings in the leafy June, in the morning when the clouds are steaming in Xia Wei, in the laughing campus and in the hearts of every student.

Xu Lai, a cool breeze, picked a lawn that was golden by the sun and sat down. Ah, alma mater, let my years turn into a clean stream and quietly moisten your heart; Let my tears turn into sweet blessings. Bless you, alma mater, and wish you charm.

In the garden of my alma mater, your faint fragrance permeates our innocent age. I used to play in the garden, quietly confide my inner secrets to you and naively count the bright flowers in the garden. How many times, I walked in the garden, leaving tears of parting, so that the sound of reading echoed in the blue and empty sky with the swaying of leaves.

Gently, delicate fingers caressed the smooth desktop. Here, we hum the students' songs day after day. Today, the past remains the same, leaving only that distant and gentle feeling lingering for a long time.

Silently open the exercise book, a white hair falling, shining in the sun. Oh, teacher, this is yours. Your white hair? How many lonely cold nights, the little orange lamp in front of your window never goes out. When you walked into the classroom full of energy, everyone saw your bloodshot eyes When we meet a precipice on the mountain road of knowledge, you weave a vine with hard sweat, and the scenery on the dangerous peak is infinite!

Teacher, give us the last lesson! When you said "class" in a trembling voice, we all saw it, and saw a string of glittering and translucent tears slipping down our cheeks quietly and slowly. We all stood up and expressed our sincere feelings in the simplest sentence: "Teacher, you have worked hard!" " "

I began to write slowly, but my mind was as blank as this page without words. I looked at the sincere faces of my classmates, but I didn't know what to write to represent the complicated mood at this time. We've been together for six years, and we've been arguing with each other. I have been holding hands and walking home with the sunset. Now, I can only look at each other silently with tears in my eyes, pick up a pen and write down my heart: "Gan Guo once smiled and tasted friendship. Then, no matter where I go, I will care about you in the distance. In fact, separation is also a kind of beauty. It will still be sunny tomorrow! " Holding hands tightly together, I couldn't help singing: "beside the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue, the evening wind plays the flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain." A spoonful of turbid wine can make me happy, and I will say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. "Dry your tears, smile at each other, and let this smile turn into a reminder and blessing to accompany us through the long road of life.

With the passing of June 1st last year, we will face another sad scene. We will fly to our middle school, and there will always be a banquet. However, our classmate, our "Zhong Ziqi" and our "host" will break up. How many years passed, and suddenly we saw a face that we were no longer familiar with, and it was not the same classroom. What we are facing is a strange school, a strange teacher and a strange classmate, who are very indifferent to each other.

Every time I read this sentence, "Spring silkworms should spin until they die, and candles should cry the wick away every night", many teachers come to my mind. They work hard for the school, are serious and responsible for us, never give up on everyone, and are full of confidence in everyone.

Time is like a song, and we have been singing for thirteen years in a blink of an eye. In these thirteen spring and autumn years, we are about to bid farewell to June 1 and our alma mater. We will keep everything in our childhood in mind, grow up healthily, tap more knowledge treasures, soar in the new world and become the eagle of heaven.

The door of my alma mater slammed shut. Ah! Alma mater, the only gift we left you is our pure heart.

Don't want to go through this season.

But it's all over.

Youth is a flower, let us use it to dress up our alma mater; Youth is a colorful cloud, let us use it to try to go to the ravine in front of our alma mater; Youth is a mottled memory, and everything in my alma mater is brilliant in my memory.

Farewell, bitter teacher of my alma mater; Farewell to my alma mater, the one that haunts me.