Essay on Dependence 320 370 words

I am now a recent graduate. In the six years of study and life, I have been in the big family of the four elementary schools every day. Now, I am about to leave my alma mater, leaving everything there, and the feeling of nostalgia arises from the bottom of my heart.

I think back six years ago, I was a naïve, ignorant child, and now I have grown into a qualified primary school graduate. In the past six years, the little things that happened around me are unforgettable.

My classmates and I are now on separate feet, and I have to remember every bright smiling face, and those who have fallen out with friends over a small matter, so that friendship is precious. Those sunny mornings filled with the sound of books, and those long nights of hard reading in the scorching heat. Because all this has become unattainable in the past.

All the past can be recalled and not reunited, just as no one can refuse to part. Now my heart is full of gratitude, gratitude to every teacher who has given me selfless teachings, and gratitude to every sister who has been with me day and night for lending me a helping hand when I am in trouble.

In these six years, there are many things that outweigh my life, many unforgettable moments to remember, and many unforgettable things to remember.

I was reluctant to leave my alma mater because there were so many fond memories of me. But life's journey is meant to continue, whether you're ready to go or not. Goodbye students, you must cherish it, I will pray for everyone in my heart; "Wishing you all happiness always, always, always.

One thing that touched.

Emotion is an intangible thing that cannot be seen with the naked eye, but can only be felt with the heart.

I was once touched by such a person. I still remember that time, as if it happened yesterday......

That time, I took the bus to school. As soon as I got into the car, I was squeezed to the back door by a tidal wave. At this time, the car was about to make the second stop, and I was very scared, because the car would press me as soon as the door opened.

At this time, a helping hand is extended from the crowd. "Come to me, little friend, quickly! Wait for the car door to press on you.

I hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached over my hand, and when I touched his hand, there were many wrinkles and thick calluses. I concluded that he was an old grandfather. He pulled me to his side and said:

Kids, it looks like you don't take the bus very often! I don't even know the common sense that I can't stand by the door! I blushed and followed the voice, and as I expected, it was an old man.

At this time, the car suddenly braked suddenly, I didn't stand still for a while, I staggered, and the books in my schoolbag fell out with a bang. At this time, I bent down to pick up the book, and as I was picking it up, I saw that the calloused hands were also trembling to pick up the book. I was so excited that I couldn't speak.

Just as I picked up the book in my bag, "Here, kid, your book." "Thank you, old man. "No thanks, helping others is the foundation of happiness!"

At this moment, the car came into the station, "I'm leaving, kid, goodbye." Step by step, the old man walked out of the car door. "Goodbye, old man.

Hmm". At this time, the figure of the old man came into my eyes, so tall and straight.

In this summer, the sun is shining, and the summer is full of vitality. I stood in the middle of the inner playground for a long time, looking up at this familiar campus, looking down at the playground where I had played, too many memories, too many thoughts, too many dreams of becoming a talent emerged one by one.

From the beginning of the first grade to the present. The six osmanthus trees in the flower bed of the campus added six annual rings of different sizes, and the thought of saying goodbye to the classmates who were about to say goodbye to the deep feelings, the thought of saying goodbye to the beloved teacher, and the thought of saying goodbye to the alma mater that had been with me for six years, aroused inexplicable tears in my heart, which could not be exhausted, and the ......tears could not be cried

At this moment, I remembered the sound of reading aloud in the morning self-study class overflowing with the fragrance of ink; **Happy, innocent, carefree and melodious singing in class; the playful laughter of eagles catching chicks on the playground in physical education class; The first picnic, the first outing, the first tree planting, and the first ...... in the wilderness came to my eyes

The happy past of elementary school is like thousands of stars in the night, and it is impossible to count, like the seashells on the beach that cannot be picked up.

Farewell to the beloved teacher, six years of years, six years of teaching, fleeting. Your kindness to me, your dedication to me, and your nurturing of me cannot be expressed in words, in short, I just want to say to you: "Thank you, teacher!" ”

Farewell, my alma mater that has been with me for six years, under your hard training, I have become cheerful from introverted, I have become brave and tenacious from being timid and fearful, I have become sensible from ignorance, yesterday you worked hard for us, today we make you proud, tomorrow you must be honored because of me!

Farewell, classmates who get along with me day and night, it was you who gave me confidence and courage, you who gave me help and happiness, and you who gave me a precious gift - sincere friendship. Let the reluctant friendship last forever!

Farewell, reluctant alma mater, farewell, dear teacher, farewell, dear classmates.

Joining the team in the second year and graduating in the sixth grade seemed to be just a snap of a finger, and at that time there were six years of honor for us. On the playground, the scene from the previous five sports games came into view. In the classroom, the sadness and laughter brought by the exams and scores again and again, and the whole text was recalled when I was sorry for it.

Constant thoughts.

rain, throughout the night; In the dark night, thoughts crept into my mind and occupied my thoughts.

The hazy figure of Teacher Feng seemed to appear in front of my eyes, and I seemed to hear Teacher Feng's earnest teachings to us; The scene of the day Mr. Feng left seemed to appear in front of my eyes. You walk into the classroom and tell us that you're leaving. None of us asked you where you were going.

It's just that I feel very reluctant in my heart, as if I want to lose something. I still remember that when Mr. Feng left, he told us that he would come back to see us often. However, until today, Mr. Feng has not come back to see us once.

We always comforted each other: Mr. Feng must be too busy to have time to come and see us.

I still remember the joke you told us in that class, and I remember it was basically like this: there was a family with only a mother and a child. One day, the mother dried the washed clothes on the bamboo poles outside, and told the children to take good care of the clothes and not let people steal them.

Mom went inside. At this time, a person came, and he had already set his eyes on the clothes that were drying outside. He began to please the child, played games with him, and gave him a piece of candy.

After a while, the child asked him what his name was, and he said, "Teasing you." The kid remembered the name.

The man said to the child, "What will you do if I steal your clothes?" The child said

I told my mother. "I saw that the man had stolen a few pieces of clothing. When the child saw it, he ran into the house and said to his mother

Mom, someone stole our family's clothes. "Who? "Teasing you.

How did you learn to lie, kid? Mom said as she raised her hand to hit him. And so on several times in a row, until the third time.

His mother came out to see that there was not a single piece of clothing on the bare bamboo pole. Teacher Feng spoke in a humorous tone and made exaggerated movements that made us laugh.

But now, we can no longer hear Mr. Feng tell us jokes, and we can no longer play games with Mr. Feng, thinking about it, my eyes are moist.

I looked up and looked out the window, it was raining, it was still falling, and my thoughts were still there.

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It's almost time to say goodbye to my alma mater, the moment to say goodbye to my alma mater that has been with me for six years. The colleges and universities I once longed for are not as good as my alma mater at this moment, and the famous teachers I once longed for are not as good as my enlightenment teachers at this moment...There are also the laughter of my friends and I next to the slow flower beds on campus; There are still my footprints on the playground on campus; The bright classroom on campus still has my warmth; There is still the sound of me typing on the keyboard in the computer room on campus...

But what about later? Will I be able to see the teacher's face again after I leave the campus? Maybe, maybe...

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, but I've fallen in love with her since I walked into the campus where I've been with me for six years. Every one of her plants, every tree of her, her teachers, everything about her is imprinted in my mind.

How many talented people and how many talented women are sent out on this campus? I don't know if they remember this campus, but I will remember her, my alma mater!

I can't go back to my lovely childhood, the childhood with the scent of my alma mater, I can only cherish, cherish this short time.

When we leave this campus, we can only give our best wishes to our alma mater. Goodbye to my childhood, my alma mater!