Parting message composition 1 Your post will never change, but your footprints are everywhere; Your temples will turn gray one day, but your youth will last forever.
Teacher Dai: Maybe we will never meet such a teacher again. She will talk to us about the world in class. She will tell us about the odds and ends around her. She will tolerate our laughter in her class. She is our friend. She is our teacher. She will severely point out your shortcomings without mercy. She will patiently analyze one reading question after another for you. She will make you involuntarily keep up with her rhythm in class. I think in the future. Sun, the math teacher: How many times have we made you angry? Make you hate iron and not produce. Your anxiety about our math scores in the office left a deep impression on us. We were deeply impressed by your occasional happy smile in class. We regret it now. We should cooperate with you in class. Can you promise to do it again? We are still your students and you are our teacher. Teacher Sun, we love you! To English teacher Cai:
White chalk powder, waves falling. On the podium, cold comes and summer goes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, you shed a little effort for us, but we failed your efforts with our ignorance and playfulness. In this regard, we deeply apologize to you with guilt and regret. Although you are busy at ordinary times, you have done a good job in ideological education in our class. You sacrifice your precious time just to make more students wake up and pay attention to their studies, while some students make you angry again and again. Every time we see the teacher angry with us and red eyes, our hearts ache. It is our fault that the teacher who cares about himself is in poor health. Therefore, we have the responsibility and obligation to continue to work hard in our future study career and strive to make teachers smile every day.
Teacher Hu, the science teacher: Teachers in all subjects are very strict. Only in science class can we have the courage to desert. Only in science class can we have a few words with our deskmate. Kan Kan has an ideal life in Kan Kan, and we are very happy in your science class. Although we are disobedient, we still have to say, Mr. Hu, we love you. Really.
The six-year primary school is coming to an end, and every student will sail his own boat to the next unknown port. I want to say a lot. But now, the person I want to give it to most is Zhao Chenyang.
You have a chubby face and a height of 1.6 meters. Just laugh and your eyes will narrow into a crack. On weekdays, you are always laughing, optimistic and inspiring. I still clearly remember your smile when you were elected to the squadron Committee this semester. It was as warm as the sunshine in Madrid. At that time, everyone seemed to question your ability, because you were the second squadron member in grade five or six, except that I was a boy. But I smiled and said, "Oh, look, with Zhao Chenyang's courage, he will be a good sports commission."
The six-year study life is coming to an end, and you have made some achievements in the post of Sports Commission. The sadness of parting seems to have been diluted a lot between you and me. God wonderfully arranged for us to be in the same school and class. Please carry forward your cheerful spirit, which is your motivation!
Before you get close to the river, you say: no, I'm sure I can't cross it; Before you climbed that mountain, you said: no, my physical strength is definitely too much; You regard everything you haven't experienced as an insurmountable obstacle. So, will you move forward? When you are in a dilemma, think from another angle: why can't I do what others can do? Am I not the same person as them? I'm not worse than others, I'm even better than them ... so, you lower your head and think like a spring. ...
Farewell message 4 years old wine has melted, little memories have been naturalized, and the inevitable parting has finally come. Predict that it won't last long, earlier, later, just sad and happy, and accept it calmly.
I have cried and laughed, and it is enough to have you in my life. The first teacher always likes to say this sentence. Maybe the fate between me and the first teacher is destiny takes a hand, soul mate. From kindergarten to primary school, I vaguely remember the smile of the first teacher. Sweet, like the sunrise in summer, exaggerates the clouds of heaven and earth and the blooming flowers, which is not as good as my teacher's smile. Whenever, the teacher always has a smile on his face. No matter how difficult it is, the teacher is not in a hurry and proudly says, "What are you afraid of? I am not here. " We all laughed when we heard this, and it was full of laughter. In this way, my classmates and I grew up little by little under the care of our teachers. And that sweet smile will accompany me all my life.
Once in class, the teacher asked us a question: What is the most beautiful thing in your mind? We said with one voice, "Teacher!" "Why do you say that?" We were all stunned and didn't know what to say. The teacher smiled, and so did we. "You! I know I'm happy. Do you want me to give you less homework? " In fact, the most beautiful thing in our hearts is the teacher's smile. In order to prove to the teacher, we all took great pains and finally made a gift for the teacher. After school, all our classmates carry heavy love gifts. "Teacher, please stop and turn around." The teacher turned around, covered her mouth and said in surprise, "Is this for me?" ? It's incredible. "We said with one voice: this is the eternal smile of the teacher and will never decline. The teacher cried, so did we.
The past is different. We will graduate soon. At the graduation party, we are looking forward to the teacher. We are all very disappointed. Just as we were leaving, a familiar figure echoed in our hearts. "Son, please turn around." We turned around quickly and everything in front of us made us unforgettable. The teacher's smiling face reads: teacher and my dear children! An eternal smile will never rot. We cried again.
When I set foot on the travel-stained train and returned home with a full load, that special farewell message has been tightly wrapped around me recently.
Parting Message Composition 5 Dear Meng Mom:
Hello!
I want to write a few words to you when I open this guest book, but a thousand words are stuck in my heart, and I can't help thinking of the word "mom". I don't know why I call you that, but I think it's sweet.
Grandpa Ji Xianlin had two mothers in his life-his biological mother and his motherland. But I am fortunate to have three mothers, three mothers and three loves. My mother often says, "I grew up in fraternity." Indeed, I am lucky to have three loves, three different and sincere loves, and even more and more love trickles into my body like the sea. How could I be unhappy?
Among these countless streams, there is a tributary flowing quietly, flowing ... although it is not as good as the water pouring into the sky, its function is far less than that of the water that devours mountains and rivers. There is no majestic voice, no earth-shattering momentum, but it flows into my heart, gestating me, nourishing me, and making every grass and tree in my heart last forever. This is your love for me! Because of you, my life is full of vitality!
Mom Meng, do you still remember the letter you gave me that day? The excitement in my heart at that time could not be expressed in words. After reading your mature and free and easy words over and over again, I can't tell whether it is a kind of pride, pride or envy, especially in the end, your surname will never be forgotten. Here, with full gratitude and enthusiasm, I sincerely call you "Meng Mom!"
I can't forget your kind smile and attentive eyes in class; I can't forget that you have carefully revised my composition; I can't forget your affectionate teachings when I made mistakes; I can't forget that in order to solve our temporary difficulties, you asked me to go to your house for dinner at noon; I can't forget that I was ill on the eve of the exam. I hurried to school in the morning and didn't have breakfast. You ran up and down to buy me bread to replenish my energy before the exam, and your anxious eyes ... all these are deeply imprinted in my mind, and I will never forget them!
There is a saying in the tea ceremony called "I will live for a while". This means that every time we sit with friends and have tea, we should cherish it deeply, because we can only drink this kind of tea once in our life, and once we finish it, we will never drink it again. But I think we are not just a short meeting, but an eternal feeling and a wonderful fate!
Mom Meng, although I will soon graduate from primary school and leave your warm embrace, I will still remember your teachings and study hard. Maybe I will fail, but maybe the pain I suffer is the happiness that others can't reach. I will redouble my efforts, stand up bravely and continue my journey. In fact, I really went out and found that the pain was really nothing!
Mom Meng, don't worry about the study pressure after I enter junior high school. I believe that with my strength, I can easily get good grades! As Brigitte Lin said: "Happiness is simple: you don't need fancy clothes or jewelry, you just need a free heart!" Trust me! I can do it! Never let down your hopes! Climb the peak bravely! It will be successful!
Mom Meng, in ten days, my primary school life will be over. Sometimes I really hate why that old man walks so fast. If only he could stay here forever! But even with Qian Qian's absolute nostalgia and reluctance, I still want to say goodbye. I will come to see you often in the future. You must pay attention to your health and be happy every day!
Love your children forever: xxx
Life in junior high school is like a book. Open the book, every story records a simple ups and downs. There will be regrets, sighs and tears in the story. But more is laughter, harvest and moving.
Junior high school life is like a poem, a thoughtful poem, and every word contains a kind of mood. Small poems tell our stories, and small characters reveal our feelings, which are colorful.
Life in junior high school is like a song. Listening to a song, every beating note is a different protagonist. A beautiful melody will always have ups and downs, but it will continue like water.
Life in junior high school is like a dance. Appreciate the dance, every movement embodies a feeling. Between friends, between teachers and students, with a light pace, * * * dances a different kind of love.
In a blink of an eye, books and poems have been written, and songs and dances are coming to an end. In fact, memories are always the most beautiful: looking back, it was a happy yesterday. There was an argument in our class yesterday. Yesterday, our stadium held a running competition; Yesterday, there was a fight in our examination room; Yesterday, we sang by candlelight ... Even though the years passed, space separated us and time dispersed you and me, this memory will never fade.
Junior high school is about to pass, but life has just begun. Take a new step and bid farewell to the past. Continue to write your own books, poems, songs and dances. You will find that life is so wonderful.
There are thirty-four children in a classroom on campus. Six years have passed, and the thirty-four children of that year have become thirty-four good classmates. Blink of an eye, we will be separated, but I will never forget this classroom, 34 small partners, we share joys and sorrows, we share joys and sorrows. Maybe we will never meet again, but I will never forget that in a classroom of my alma mater, there were thirty-four lovely little angels who accompanied me for six spring and autumn periods ... that is, June 3.
All good things must come to an end. It doesn't matter if you leave, as long as your hearts are still together.
Parting Message Composition 7 One thing I sent to my teacher's graduation, reading classics, feeling growth and gratitude, was a successful graduation message to my teacher. The sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a boiling molten steel furnace, and generate shines with dazzling golden light. The stars that gave a little speech to the teacher's graduation ceremony, like pearls, are embedded in the sky and shining. The frog's green body is covered with dark green spots, and its white belly seems to be expanding and bulging. Shiny spring rain, like a group of naive dolls, gathered in the sky, knocked down, made babies, and jumped into the arms of Mother Earth. The diaosi girl is very different: blue cotton-padded jacket, black tweed coat, grass-green trousers, white scarf around her neck, and black wool with braids. Towel heart is facing the party, the robot of the future, the old moon and the blue sky. The sun hangs like a fireball, and the clouds seem to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace. Dad looks very young today, completely different from usual. People who don't usually decorate their faces have all shaved off today. The black tunic suit that I often wear has been replaced by a brand-new silver-gray suit, and there are straight trousers lines on my trousers. There is also the kind of pointed leather shoes that make a relaxed and pleasant sound, which is really called "black and bright". Little stars, like pearls, are embedded in the sky and shine.
Take every writing as an exam, every writing as an opportunity and every writing as an experience, then what you write will surely accumulate into achievements, experiences and kindling in your heart. One day, they will naturally mature and fall to the ground, they will naturally make up for their own shortcomings, and they will burn into beautiful light. At that time, you will get a gift: success will come naturally.
9. Always forgive yourself over and over again. What is it to lose an opportunity? Always relax yourself and ask for relaxation. You said that too much pressure would overwhelm you. If the opportunity is fair to everyone, then when you forgive yourself, will that opportunity go to someone else? If stress is not unique to you, when you relax yourself, will that kind of pressure shape others into an ideal appearance?
Don't say anything at any time, wait for next time; Not this time, I'm afraid I can't wait next time. ...
To Wu *
Life is stingy, it refuses to leave a little savings for lazy people; Life is generous, it gives a lot of wealth to diligent people; When you don't take diligence as a burden, you will find that all your efforts will be rewarded, but that kind of reward is not immediate money, but has left an eternal memory in your heart and left a deep footprint in your progress.
Give an order * *
When you look through your own articles, you will say: Really, there are many good things to grind; Really, as long as your heart is in a state of acceptance and open to the future, it will not reject the light from all places and the colors from all fields. You will use those diligent hands to knit those beautiful stitches one by one and weave a beautiful picture that you like best. ...
You will say: your own labor has created your own glory and brought light to others. ...
Parting message composition 10 Send a letter of recommendation to the teacher's graduation, a letter of recommendation to the principal, a red scarf to the party, a robot in the future, and a message to the teacher's graduation. The afterglow of the sunset passes through the clouds in the river, forming glittering gold spots. The stars that gave a little speech to the teacher's graduation ceremony, like pearls, are embedded in the sky and shining. The frog's green body is covered with dark green spots, and its white belly seems to be expanding and bulging. It's raining, and the rain is beating against the window. Countless drops of water, large and small, immediately gathered on the outward window glass. My brother drives a tractor in our village agricultural machinery team. He is very tall! The body is very burly, and there are pieces of scars on the black and red face. Every time I look up and see these scars, the touching story described by a tractor driver will come to my mind ... Ideal, what is happiness, a. Clear moon For the headmaster, the sky is blue, the sun hangs like a fireball, and the clouds seem to have been melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace. Although he was only in his early forties, his temples were frosted, his thin sallow face was covered with wrinkles, and his bare hands were covered with hard cocoons. There are several big and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if people in the sky were patrolling the vast space with lanterns.