My Alma Mater Composition My sixth grade~~~~~~~~~~~ is better

My alma mater

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, I have spent five years at my alma mater, and I am about to graduate. In these five years, we have had sadness and joy. , and also angry.

My alma mater is a school that is comprehensive in music, sports, and beauty. It has three tall teaching buildings. Every day you can hear the sound of books and beautiful music. Each classroom is fully equipped. Warm in winter and cool in summer, you can feel spacious and bright as soon as you enter the classroom. There are neat rows of tables and chairs, and a long and large blackboard. The grounds were spotless. The teachers are here to teach us all knowledge, and the Chinese teacher reads the text eloquently. The English teacher reads and enunciates English clearly. The math teacher teaches us math...

Looking up out of the classroom window, we see a brand new plastic playground. The students chase and play here. The football players kicked and snatched each other, and everyone was sweating while playing. In this way, I spent every fulfilling extracurricular activity.

In my memory, one thing is unforgettable. It was one day after school. Because I didn’t bring an umbrella, I was sitting on a chair alone, not knowing what to do. At this time, our class teacher saw it and asked me kindly: "Xu Congshu, what's wrong with you? Did you not bring an umbrella?" I nodded, "Then..." Teacher Gao hesitated and took it from the cupboard. He took out an umbrella, handed it to me, and said, "Let's go!" "But, teacher..." He stopped again when he reached his mouth. The next day, the teacher caught a cold. I was so moved that tears welled up in my eyes.

Alma mater, I have grown taller and grown up in your arms. "I want to fly, I want to fly... I want to fly, I... want to... fly..." This is the voice of millions of students in your arms.