初中畢業留言的英文優秀作文大全
友誼是一首無字的歌，畢業季，有哪些祝福贈言適合送給初中好友朋友呢?下面是小編為大家整理的，歡迎閱讀!
摘抄
The primary school is over, I miss. When I go to junior high school report tomorrow, I fully understand the primary school textbooks in a hurry, what kind of a state of mind.
Primary school time is so brilliant, so pure and innocent. The memory is a primary school teacher small red pride, is the test that the stomach pain, and children playing together is happy, is losing a beloved toy sad.
My primary school always happy, sometimes because of her mother's words of comfort and happy, because the teacher a word of praise and happy, because the children of their envy and happy, but also because of their own love and happy game. Primary school is so easy to meet their own, and now seems to have so much less than their own happiness.
Primary school own love to play, and the play is always very simple, diushou Juan, find friends, cat and mouse, chicken...... These are very boring games in the eyes of adults, in our eyes is fun, do it over and over again, never tired.
Primary school can not help but let us be fooled, but after being cheated but can sum up the lessons, each time to make their own deception gradually mature, so we grow up. When you see the children in childhood, but see they made and their own mistakes, when they played the game, always reminded me of my memory, so I want to laugh, mouth to provoke up helpless smile.
Good miss primary school time, Miss primary school carefree, Miss elementary school bit by bit. Know that they will not go back to primary school, but as long as the heart of the easy to keep happy, primary and secondary schools are the same, is not it?
精選
That day, I went into the classroom, tramping, everything is so familiar, but there is no past laughter, today we are going to leave here, leave this we studied six years of his alma mater, and how to smile?
The classroom was quiet, we are very strong not to cry, the teacher standing in front of the table, quietly watching us, tears filled the eyes. The sun is so good, but I just feel the glare. How much we don't want to leave this familiar place, how much we want to hide in the teacher's arms, see the eagle how to fly, how the ugly duckling into a swan, but this is just thirst. After a while, my tears finally slipped my face, crying softly up, the teacher stands on the platform on the table, with tears, said: "we have several teachers really happy to accompany you to walk this for six years, and now you want to graduate from primary school, to fly higher and farther to the sky, even after we are not in your side you will succeed, see!" "Is!"
Do you understand our feelings? This does not want to leave you, do not want to grow up in the mood? All things are done, we still sit quietly in the chair, the teacher said with a cry cavity: "well, we should go, and not see the face is not it?" I stood up and said, "teacher, we......" I can't say I love you." Someone helped me to say. So, do not want to leave you." Some people say. "No matter how tough the teacher is." "No matter what kind of teacher liu". "We all love you." The last sentence is the class together, though with a cry sound is not high, but the teachers had tears.
I went up and hugged him, Mr. Chen, who gave me a strong arm when I was in the most difficult time. He was standing at my side when I was sad. Miss Chen, I love you. The students also came up, we hold to do a group, and now I finally realized that the world is scattered feast of the meaning of this sentence.
"If ten years later, we will not be friends, goodbye may cry, laugh, at least we have happy memories of the time, unhappy time......" May, ten years later, we are still a small group of small partners.
選段
Growth on the road, we have seen a lot, heard a lot, there are a lot of feelings, tasted a lot of taste. Graduation season, I am very sad, because six years later, to graduate, primary school is about to slip away from the fingers, time to face me with a cold face.
When the last time I stand on the balcony on the third floor, looking at the beautiful Chengguan small picturesque scenery: the leaves rustling in the wind flowing warm flowers, tall brand new teaching building. Graduation season, I am sorry my campus!
When I looked at myself in the six years of the students stay together morning and night, I can not help but think: when young, a colorful wrappers, bring us the first surprise; a humble stone, had carved the secret of your heart. Each kind of warmth is worth treasuring, each kind of collection is the harvest, each kind of harvest is the growth. Of failure, we harvest the success of naive, we harvest maturity of tears, we harvest of laughter, naive, we harvest maturity, and the students together bit by bit, I collect these memories, will receive the abundance of life. Scenes like a clipart, series into a withering film, play with our joy and sorrow, a record of our youth and the past, and bear witness to our friendship! Graduation season, I am so sad my classmates!
When I once again looking to my teacher, how I have swelling and dismay! Is the so-called "cut constantly tangled, is sadness, do not have a taste in the heart". In the past six years, the teacher has given me much knowledge! How many lives of faith! At night, the teacher write teaching plan assignments, sentence ladder! Bright day, the teacher wrote on the blackboard, and every spring! I am sad, my teacher!
There are some pictures, some sound, some beautiful sadness can not let go, in my mind slowly flows! Graduation season, I am so sad!