高三同學錄的英語贈言

　        畢業了，你是不是還有很多的話要說，是不是還有很多的心願沒有實現？下面是小編為為大家整理的，歡迎閱讀!

　　摘抄

　　In the long river of my memory, there are many stories of growing up, which are worthy of my memory

　　Childhood is the most happy, but when we carry the heavy bag into the school, into the first grade classroom, our childhood is gone, but it do not finish the homework, read books and more parents do not stop.

　　"Growth" of the word, in the eyes of many children, full of temptations and curiosity, hate not immediately grow up, do what you want to do, do what you want to do, to experience the joy of growth, it seems very cool. Maybe just a growth will become a child. When I grow up, grow into a small adults, and the childhood and childhood pleasure behind, but put into countless troubles.

　　The word "trouble", for many people, is very painful, not to mention my age "small adults"? But growth can not avoid trouble, there is a TV series called "don't worry about growth", which reflects the theme is quite good: in the growth process, we touched each one a worry, it means a responsibility; let trouble into happiness, is a positive attitude we should hold.

　　精選

　　Goodbye, teacher, and the students also waved, said goodbye, today's legs want to fill the lead, how to step also do not move

　　Remember the first day of school, my mother gave me a comb comb "cupola" differentiating excitedly back schoolbag holding her mother's hand. Hungry to go to school on the road, met a lot of parents to send their children, they saw me and said: "such a small man to carry the big bag?" listen after I straighten the body. Although I was less than 90 cm high, which can carry a bag.

　　From the first grade to the third grade, there are people who send me to school, once the mother tried to let me go, but secretly "tracking". I know the teacher, in Monday's "health discipline majority assessment", in my name was put on a big star.

　　On the fourth grade, I was a little girl in love with football, with my dad every day to watch a football game, sometimes kick out, Hey dad! Just call me "son", until now still.

　　On the fifth grade, I transfer, leaving that day, I cried. My good friend, and the female students were crying. In the evening, I go to a new home, they sent me to the station. From then on, I know what is affection.

　　In grade six, my mother sent me to the net to learn, learn a while, the composition has a lot of progress

　　選段

　　Ending a three-year course of middle school students, we graduated.At this point, I have to respect the teachers and the students attention.

　　And old friend of six years, respectively, bid farewell to beloved teacher and dear, but not to teach our teachers forget: do you remember,six years ago, we were a bunch of nude and naughty kids, and now everyone has been turned into a comprehensive development of youth.Indeed, the teachers love watered for six years, and six years of carefully honed, their black hair has formed the little frosting; six years of senility, six years of painstaking, their cheeks filled with silk care six years spring to spring back, six years of pursuit, their eyes filled with earnest instruction. Wind can blow the old days, but no matter how the world changes, we will not forget his alma mater will not forget our six-year training and care of the teachers. In six years, teachers and we likethe shadow never abandon. Sunny days, the teacher happily behind us. Teacher joy our happiness. When our eyes when jingjing in the brilliant sun shining, teachers in our God fly look for everyone to dance.