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A letter written by graduates to their alma mater.

Dear alma mater:

Hello!

As you can see, we are about to graduate. Six years slipped away inadvertently. When I look back, I find that six years really passed quickly. In a few days, we will graduate and say goodbye to you. Soon we will step into the gate of middle school and start our new study life.

I still remember when we first entered the school gate, he started our biochemistry study with curiosity about you. Over the past six years, you have taken care of us like a mother, and let us grow up healthily and happily in your arms.

Six years of study life is more like wonderful music. Some of these music are as cheerful as a river; Others are a little sad, but it makes our primary school life more colorful; It's a little dull, but it still makes me intoxicated in its beautiful melody.

Thank you, my alma mater. It is you who have trained us from fluctuating children to knowledgeable teenagers. But now we have to say goodbye to you, but I will never forget you-my alma mater, where I lived for six years. Although I will say goodbye to you soon, I will come back to see you in a few years. I will live up to your teaching and expectations in the past six years.

Finally, I wish my alma mater a better tomorrow!

with cap in hand

Your graduate: xx

Dear alma mater:

Hello!

Every time I think of you and my dear teacher, a warm current stirs in my heart. Every time I hear that song, I always think of my six-year primary school life, the hard cultivation and hard work of teachers ... Six years of primary school life is coming to an end, and I recall every spring and autumn you spent with me and every day you grew up with me, and my heart is full of warm feelings.

Looking back on six years of primary school life, there are bitterness and sweetness, laughter and tears. It is this string of laughter that weaves tears into my beautiful childhood, and you have added bright colors to my childhood! In these six years, you not only taught me the importance of learning, but also taught me the truth of being a man.

Although we are facing the gate of middle school, we will always remember the kindness of our alma mater. Today, we have a string of songs, and tomorrow, we will set off a huge wave of self-improvement of the motherland! Listen to the footsteps of schoolmates who study hard and keep catching up, and think about the spirit of self-improvement and forge ahead of our ancestors. We understand our responsibility-study hard, for the prosperity of our country, for the kindness of our alma mater, and for ourselves!

Facing the morning glow and stepping on the morning mist, I want you to approach step by step and step into your arms. I clearly remember that early in the morning, I took out my textbook and read one text after another with the sound of birds singing. I walk in the temple of knowledge. After class, I will play and cheer by your side. ...

Ah! Alma mater, I will never forget your kindness.

Dear alma mater: Hello! There is nothing in the sky, but why can it comfort me? It is hope. The earth is always silent, why can it give me strength? You must be strong. Alma mater, standing on the tail of the fifth grade, I gently confess to you. I still remember that summer suddenly came, and my fifth grade ended like this. New classrooms, new teachers, new opportunities and new challenges. The past is vast, and the past can be counted. If I compare the happiness and emotion of these five years to wealth, I must be as rich as Bill Gates. If I turn my attachment and reluctance to you into wealth, then I will be richer than Bill Gates. Touched, I always think too much and say too little. Here, how many friendships I have met, how many wonderful experiences I have witnessed, how to convert pay and gain, and five years' calculation, I still have no answer. "Difficulties and hardships, Yucheng." This is your teaching. If there are really 1001 nights, there will be 1001 people who are immersed in the depths of this night to read; If there are really 100,000 whys, then behind these 100,000 question marks is the heart of seeking knowledge; If there really is a nine-day galaxy, then there must be a responsibility to teach and educate people on it; If there really are 100,000 lamps in Qian Qian, who says that it is not a selfless candle torch that burns in this flickering candlelight? Yes, you brought strict father's discipline, loving mother's care and younger brother's understanding. The greatest people in the world are parents, and teachers are greater than parents! What you may have done is not magnificent, but a reminder when you are confused; I may not get much, just a heartfelt thanks, but what's the harm? When you stand on the three-foot platform, how colorful you should be in this most beautiful scenery. Alma mater, we can talk endlessly. It can be a willow tree on the roadside, a fallen leaf on the ground, happy sweat and tears, and a sense of belonging to the soul. The letter to you is a flying love poem, which gently tells my thoughts. The letter to you is a lush tree full of fruits of hard work every night. The letter to you is a thick diary, recording laughter and tears, parting and meeting. The letter to you is a spotless piece of white paper. I hope that later generations will draw a more magnificent blueprint. Alma mater, you are the sky, let Jade Bird teenagers see hope. Alma mater, you are the land, let the weak flowers know what is strong. For five years, I walked around the crowd looking for it, and everyone found their own ending. I am drifting away on the road of life. You didn't say anything. You just broke a green plum, leaving my mind behind and waiting for the spring flowers next year. You don't know, the seeds of gratitude planted in my heart have already become a shade. ..... I miss the hurried days in the morning, so I paced up from the first floor and started over and over again. I miss leaning against the railing and looking at the strange back and the same strange clouds in class. Miss procrastination, miss doing problems, miss praise, miss criticism. I miss tears, who I cry for and why I cry. Before we recall, let time sew everything up quietly. I wish: my alma mater will always be full of vitality and shine forever, getting better and better every year!

Dear alma mater:

Goodbye! Dear alma mater, in the past six years, how many happy and unforgettable times we have spent here!

Teachers are like candles, illuminating the road of life for us all the time. He burned himself to make us live in happiness, happiness and light. Teachers are like chalk, who sacrifice their bodies without regrets, but give us the most precious and beautiful knowledge without reservation. "The teacher is a diligent gardener, carefully cultivating the flowers of the motherland." What an appropriate metaphor. But it is such an image. How time flies! Six years have passed in a blink of an eye! Teacher, how much effort and sweat you have paid for our growth and progress!

Rainbow is dedicated to the blue sky, and spring rain is dedicated to the earth. You have devoted your life to us and will be greeted by people in the future. You have experienced countless ordinary things, and the deepest thing is your extraordinary heart. I will not disappoint the old people's hopes for me, and I will repay you with my best results.

At the moment I entered a higher school, I missed the classroom, the teachers and everyone.

A classmate ...

Here, I want to say: "Goodbye, dear alma mater!" " "

Goodbye, alma mater! Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, class!

I am here to convey

welcome

Dear alma mater:

Hello!

In a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and we are about to leave our alma mater and enter middle school. Looking back, the life of my alma mater in these six years is still vivid.

I can't forget my beloved teacher Teachers, like gardeners, care for us saplings diligently. Teachers, regardless of the scorching sun, tried to make students understand a question, and they thirsted for five or six times. In order to get review materials for us, how many nights have we stayed up ... I remember that year's Tomb-Sweeping Day holiday, Teacher Lu's father was seriously ill, and he was still giving us review materials on the day he left, so let's take a good junior high school exam and hurry back; When I immigrated to New Zealand this time, Teacher Lu specially held a farewell party and carefully prepared an album ... I will never forget my beloved teacher; I won't forget your inculcation; Never forget your kind eyes; From literacy to writing and calculating, you will never forget how much effort and sweat you have paid for us; I won't forget to train our teachers.

I can't forget the cutest campus. You are like a gentle mother, who tirelessly nurtures us and makes us thrive. Every morning, you lovingly watch us walk into the campus. The most unforgettable thing is that in your warm embrace, we got the nectar of knowledge, the strength of wisdom, the ability of practice and the truth of being a man ... I will never forget my lovely alma mater.

Looking back, the grass and trees of my alma mater are so familiar; In retrospect, every brick and tile of my alma mater is so kind. Goodbye, dear alma mater!

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