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Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, the learning life of primary school is coming to an end!

Looking back on the road we have traveled, everything seems to have happened yesterday. Suddenly, I realized that I had become a sixth-grade student, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad in my heart.

When I was in first grade, I ——— a naïve and cute little girl. I cried for three hours because I lost a pencil. Likes to hold a rag doll when sleeping.

Just enrolled, everything is strange and new!

When I was young, I jumped and jumped with joy because I got a double hundred in the first final exam, and I would say to people: "I am double hundred, double hundred in this exam!"

In the second grade, I ——— innocent, lively little girl.

In order to buy a mechanical pencil, I begged my father for a week. When I entered the second grade, I felt like I was already a big sister, and my junior classmates in the first grade were my little brother and little sister. If he or she falls, I will be the first to rush up and lift him or her up.

If it rains, I have to carry them across the "mud river" in front of the school like my big brother in the sixth grade.

In Year 3, I ——— caring and considerate little girl. When someone in the class is sick, I ask him or her with concern, "How are you, are you still feeling well?"

Do you need to tell the teacher?

Take a break!

If he or she says to me, "I'm fine, thank you." I would feel a warm, sweet feeling coming over me.

When I was in fourth grade——— I was a middle-grade girl. He is very good at doing big and small things in the class, and is the teacher's right-hand man.

At the same time, I was lucky enough to receive one award after another and an opportunity to show my talent. Fourth grade was the luckiest year for me.

When I was in fifth grade, I ——— looking forward to graduating early. Seeing those brothers and sisters who were about to graduate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy in my heart. Three months long vacation, it was amazing!

But why am I still in the fifth grade?

It's hard to see how slow time is!

I can't help but feel a little sad to think about leaving my lovely alma mater, dear teachers and close classmates.

Six years, seventy-two months, two thousand one hundred and ninety days and nights, school, you are my second home, how can I be willing to leave you; Teacher, you are my second mother, how can I give up you; Students, you are all my good partners, how can I be willing to leave you!

But now, I'm going to wave to you and say, "Goodbye!"

I am about to enter middle school, and I think that when I step into a new school, I will face new things again, new teachers and new classmates, and I will have a new beginning.

I will study hard and be proactive to repay my mother and my family!

Who is Stephen Hawking? He was a brain, a myth, one of the most brilliant theoretical physicists of our time, a giant ...... in the name of sciencePerhaps, he is just a warrior in a wheelchair who challenges fate.

Once, Hawking was in a wheelchair back to his Berlin apartment, and while crossing the street, he was hit by a car, his left arm was broken, his head was cut, and he needed 13 stitches, and about 48 hours later, he returned to the office and went to work.

Despite his growing physical disability, Hawking strives to live like an ordinary person and accomplish whatever he can. He's even bubbly and active – which sounds a bit funny, and after he's completely unable to move, he still insists on using his only movable finger to drive his wheelchair on his way to the office; When he met with Prince Charles, he turned his wheelchair to show off, and ended up rolling on Prince Charles's toe. Of course, Hawking has also tasted the consequences of "free" action, this master of quantum gravity, many times under the weak gravitational pull of the earth, jumped into a wheelchair, fortunately, each time he stubbornly "stood up" again.

Death is a heavy topic, and tragedy is even more intense when an accident suddenly befalls a vigorous teenager. This is not only the disappearance of a life, not only the pain of the disappearance of an individual, but also a heart-wrenching shadow that can never be erased to the family, the school, and the society.

What I still remember is a car accident that happened two years ago: the deceased was just a freshman in high school! That night, nightmarish night, the student's father took him to school on a motorcycle, and the night was already deep, and it was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

At a bend, a truck suddenly flashed out, but it was too late to brake, causing a tragedy. A scream pierced the long night sky, and blood ...... dripping from under the wheelsIt's unbearable. A young life, a fresh life, passed away before it had time to bloom, how regrettable!

Deplorable! They knew there was danger around the bend and that there was not enough light, and that if both sides had honked their horns or slowed down, they might have avoided the tragedy, but they didn't.

Is it really impossible to achieve traffic safety? No, as long as everyone "keeps the traffic lights on in their hearts, they drive safely and accompany their lives"; As long as everyone "obeys the traffic laws and cares for the journey of life"; As long as everyone remembers that "solid lines, dotted lines, and zebra crossings are life safety lines". Then traffic accidents can be avoided.

Traffic safety needs to be maintained by everyone from the big picture and from the small side.

I didn't want to write either, but I missed a few questions in the exam, and I was beaten by the teacher, and then I was punished for writing.

In the distant sky, dark clouds surge, pressing on people's nerves. In a little while, it will rain.

The students who walked out of the classroom all had umbrellas in their hands, and several young men were running towards the dormitory, they wanted to put away their clothes, or take an umbrella, after all, a boy didn't have many clothes when he went out, and after washing them, he hoped that he would be able to do it the next day. Crowds poured into the cafeteria, and slowly another person withdrew.

Inadvertently, everyone looks down at the dishes on the plate, the bright and huge snake crawls across the sky, the belated thunder roars, and in your ears, Shiga Zen is the call of nature. At that moment, the man returned to his original self, a timid child. In the eyes of these countless people, the rain poured down, and staying in the cafeteria was like the ancient people staying in a cave.

Luban was reborn in this rain, all kinds of umbrellas bloomed in the rain, the wind was very strong, and people complained about the small umbrellas in their hands. Those who were already in the dormitory began to enjoy the rain.

Standing in the corridor also requires an umbrella, compared to the canteen, it is a luxury! The people who walked in the rain were covered with a veil of mystery, maybe it was a wizard in Harry Potter, maybe it was a priest in a certain **. How much can you think of this rain?

How much rain is cherry dust yours. Listen to the thunder again. You think Ray is far away, but in fact, he will come back, or he has never left, he is far more complicated than my photographers think.

It is thunder and rain, and it is the way for people to return.

Today, I was waiting in front of the post office because I was going to buy something. At the bend of the road there is a green mailbox that sparkles in the sun. Due to the continuous rain in the past few days, there was a large puddle of water in front of the mailbox.

The sun is rising, and the car has not yet come. At this moment, a little girl in a white dress, with a letter in her hand, jumped up and ran towards the mailbox. She had just arrived at the mailbox when suddenly, a motorcycle drove up and accidentally drove into the stagnant water in front of the mailbox, splashing in all directions.

Wow" I cried out loudly, looking down, there were mud spots on my shoes and pants, and then at the little girl next to me, her white skirt turned into a flower skirt, and the mailbox was no exception, it became a "big flower face".What bad luck! I thought to myself.

He took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the mud. I looked at the little girl and thought: my dress is dirty, and I don't cry my nose.

But it wasn't what I thought, and the little girl took out her beloved handkerchief and carefully wiped the dirty mailbox. After a while, the mailbox was wiped clean, and then an uncle who was next to the little girl saw it and asked, "Little girl, don't you feel sorry that your own skirt is dirty?"

The little girl smiled and said, ".

It doesn't matter, the skirt can be washed if it is dirty, but the mailbox is used every day, and if he is dirty, how bad it is! So everyone present was deeply moved by the little girl's words.

How well to say! Beautifying the environment is to start from the little things around you.

People have tasted that "only mom is good in the world". I also heard this song "Sitting on my father's shoulder when I was a child", and I think it is most appropriate to give these two songs to parents all over the world.

Father's love is like a mountain, and my father is meticulous about my learning, but he doesn't have high requirements for me, as long as he learns extracurricular knowledge and what the teacher says. I know my dad's personality very well and I am touched by his great people. When I was young, the sun outside baked the prepared area, but he also bought diapers for me.

When I met my father, he was a "black man".

My mother is a master of housework, and every time it is time for the exam, my mother will scrambled eggs for me and my sister, and tell us to study carefully, check carefully, and not be sloppy. Mom repeatedly told me not to make small movements in class.

Mom worked very hard, and his mouth was burning when she talked to guests, and Dad was also very busy, and I remember one time he worked until more than one o'clock in the morning, which made him very tired.

Mom and Dad are so kind to me, I just want to use college to repay their love for me, and I love them for my dedication! This is my call from the heart, and I want them to hear it.