毕业在即的英语作文

昔日的欢声笑语今天回想起来还恍若昨日，但这珍贵的回忆不久之后就会被历史的车轮碾碎，埋进记忆的深渊。以下是毕业在即的英语作文，欢迎阅读。

I will graduate soon, I can not grasp the time, six years of time like water, like wind. They seem to avoid me, always slipping from all my space, like the water in the film, accidentally broke, broke the streamer...

In retrospect, I always had a few words on the back of my hand that no one else could understand: back, change, watch, sign... Very interesting. In fact, those words are what the teacher asked me to do every day, I am afraid to forget, I think: if I forget the teacher will be hard hit me to scold me, maybe... Maybe he'll fire me! Finally, one day, the worry in my heart became real... That's because I forgot to sign, and the teacher knew that it was a bad time for me. I was very sad and scared, and I was afraid to forget my teacher's demands again. I always covered my face with my hair, so that the teacher could not see my expression. Behind the thick hair, two lines of hot, hot tears were falling.

In the days that followed, the word "word" was my only companion. He would appear in every corner with a faint smell of ink, and I would love the sound of the pen on the paper to rub up and down the sound of "magnetic magnetic" and "magnetic" sound as if the blood flowed into my body and mind. I never go to "carry" word, but to create your own words, words of happiness comes from the sunny sky, from the side of the road dog, flying from the eyes of a dragonfly, and even send out faint scent of wild flowers by the road, these in others' eyes look at just some trivial things, can not be the same to me. Ignorance and naive I always thought the mood as the weather is, as long as the sky dark down, what I write words with sadness elements, naturally also sadness comes not only from the weather, but from test scores, the yuan is missing, let a person very painful movies, these will let me feel sad...

Now, I can use words all the time, no longer is as diverse as before injection in the text of the tong qu, I have half a step towards maturity, write articles won't be as naive as before. Those wonderful memories have gone with the wind, can not find them...

Time passes so quickly, stamp your foot in the blink of an eye, and the six years are gone. From a child of five or six to a boy of twelve, I learned a lot and learned a lot in the process. If time is to make me stratified, I divide it into three parts: the "yesterday" of "yesterday", the "today", and the "tomorrow" that will never be known.

Six years! Soon I will say goodbye to my Alma mater, and I have a little more than a month to go.

All of a sudden, I couldn't bear to give up the beautiful campus. To the teacher who has diligently watered the flowers of our motherland with the showers of knowledge; It is they who let me know the preciousness of friendship.

In the middle of all this, there is too much reluctance, too much nostalgia...

Separation may be far away, and separation may be in front of you. Let us take good care of the old school's grass and trees, with the students in the playground, play together, grow up together! Let us remember the teacher's earnest instruction! All this, we cannot forget, also won't forget. Because of you, my life will be perfect; Because of you, my life will be colorful; Because of you, I tried to be loved.

Is about to graduate, the classmates, let us cherish the rest of the day, cherish the days when it's the only we can together, let us together for the ideal struggle, our heart in order to we used to promise together. Perhaps soon we will be separated, please don't be sad, the world has no good feast, one day, we will be together again. No matter where you, then you are faced with difficulties, you must remember that you once had 57 six years old classmate with you, we forever will accompany in your side, we will never abandon you.

Let us step out of our Alma mater full of hope and hope for a better future. We meet: remember the instructions of our Alma mater, we meet: when we come of age, we must return to our Alma mater.

We use laughter off the first, the second day of ease and colorful, with hard work and confidence in the busy and hard. In grade three in the graduation day, memories of yesterday's immature in our deeply thinking, the growth of the grade today, release of hope for tomorrow.

Busy in the past.

Events hangs on the first day of the card, the students feel fresh, busy leaned in to see, seems to want to put above a few Numbers tell a turn to tell her. Suddenly, I don't know who read aloud: "from the mid-term exam - 220 - day!" The tone of the voice, especially in the words "and", adds a lot to the tone, the graduation day. Everyone listens, is opposite oneself of thought, who does not want to be "formidable" the mid-term exam come later? A is even more "think of what you think" : "there are still days, it seems that we still have time to indulge ourselves for A while. Go, play ball." "Yes, they are all born without a fight. Think of the basketball game at the beginning of the game we are the scenery, with the record of winning all the way through the road, to win the school first. "And that tug of war, though I lost, it was funny to think that I had fallen so hard. It's gone forever... "In the laughter of the uncovering happiness, we savor the joy and glory of yesterday.

Learn to sail today.

The number on the flip side of the card is in a decreasing form, which is only 140 days in the middle of the exam. We no longer have the spare time and interest to recall the time when we were happy and free. In the classroom, there are fewer students who are interested in anecdotes, and many of them are buried in their books. I see the students frown, and then work hard, sometimes on the side of meditation, sometimes smile. We began to build the ship of wisdom in the sea with diligence, but only with diligence can we stand and sail in the wind. Time in the day of the battle of the passage, that one of the mathematical puzzle, one of the precise chemical equations, is the poem to write the hard words!

Overlooking the cloud cheng zhi is a ladder.

The number on the flip side is double digits, closer to the midterm. Noon meal, I'm used to doing the math problem, perhaps because of the hot weather, when the sweat ran down my cheek drip on the notebook, then B handed me a paper towel gently said: "have a rest, big hot day, don't tired, we should learn to relax, isn't it? Come and think about the bright future with us." So we sat around and began to paint our ideal blueprint. Though we are busy all day, we do not forget our ideals. Our ideal blueprint has a vast prairie, a long range of mountains, a vast red river, a boundless forest sea, blue sky and white clouds, flowers and red grass green. Looking at the faces of the students, I suddenly felt confident. All the hard work for our ambition is worth it! Yuncheng has lu zhi for ladder!

On the day of graduation, our life is busy and full. We have learned to use a string of laughter to trace the colorful yesterday, learned to read every day in the book into the landscape, learned to use a drop of sweat to call for a better future.

On the day of graduation, let us rush to the distance with our hearts!

Get graduation photos, the vivid and lovely faces of see, is a kind of steadfast feeling in my heart, because I am no longer afraid they come away with me, they will appear in any time I need them in front of me, I can look at them, to the fullest until tired, day of graduating high school students composition. I gave myself a sneer, for the tears that flowed before me.

Three years, I thank these three years, thank you to give me the life color of this group of children. It was they who came into my life when I suffered setbacks and my emotional beliefs were at a low ebb. They awaken my natural sense of responsibility and mission to revitalize my life. They have become the axis of my life, the center of my work, the heart of my mind, and my life has regained its significance, not just consumption. For three years, they gave me pressure and gave me motivation. For three years, accustomed to accompany with them daily, accustomed to use everything free charge, habits before they show strong and eat a protracted in behind, accustomed to watching them young young myself up. It can be said that this group of children shaped a new me, strong, persistent, and a day from the inside to the field rich and perfect.

Three years, eight classes, integrated into my endless love, also integrated into their endless love, so that my life can not be rich. I became a new member of the "workaholic", and I didn't think I would live too much, but I wouldn't even be able to live without them, because only then would I feel like I was doing something.

Staring at this picture, one hour, two hours, three times, five times, I can't see enough of a childlike face. In the dark and the girls had to remember happy talk, remember standing in the cold winter morning they were pulled out at the gate of the male dormitory was getting up, remember how many times the light written reply slip write down sharply on writing, remember how many times fight field students hold back the exhilaration of victory. Remember to go to the hospital in a hurry, remember the office of the scold, remember to shake tan qixing's hand, embrace yu meng's arm, fought the wu jin's hand, sent zhu jing's fire; Remember to repair sujin's car, to the quiet book of tears, to solve the moon's pimples; She was furious at the beauty of yan ping, and she talked about the troubles of the relationship. Xu Dan was the fastest and most criticized. In three years, students sent a lesson by batch had been stopped, may also been wronged, but rarely praised, I to be a model school the executor of the various specifications of discipline, don't remember did many stupid things, stifle nature, how many children they bound constraints on the bench in front of the desk, the thoughts and actions of adult learning. For the past three years, I have been so ruthlessly forced to accept... But fortunately, now their faces, either smiling or serious or solemn, were equally pure and simple. They were understanding, and a warm stream came to their hearts.

But three years turned into 45 days!

See, each pairs of eyes looking at the pictures in one direction, each pairs of eyes thoroughly center, like their style: love class eight more than love yourself, consciously accept constraint, consciously unremitting pursuit. Conformity is not their talent, but they are doing well, I often gets good discipline, neat, heated exchanges, excellent exam in touch positive enterprising heart beating their heat. The hairstyle is appropriate, the dress becomes beautiful, the conversation is full of, the person is humble, everything is changing quietly, I appreciate and aftertaste, I firmly believe that ignorant, impetuous, impetuous, uneasiness will pass.

But questioning the soul is a pity. Although I'm trying to make up for, still let me down, as a teacher, I always wanted to be their teacher, friend, mother, for their democracy, and to motivate and lead, even though I always bear in mind that this creed, but still unconsciously with the parents of autocratic manner, important score, ranking important, to be important, dazed by the examination of the baton, in this cycle is difficult to extricate themselves. So I felt the estrangement. They were not close to me but awed, and the feeling of defeat haunted me. This is by no means what I want. There have been countless times of self-reproach, and the question is: how can there be such a disparity between three (1) class 3 (8) class? ! I repeated reflection, I firmly to the principle of in the future, not to the teacher in charge and the doctrine of the mean, the role of the following cannot be class three (1) class three (8) the doctrine of the mean up students' quality requirements, is not the same as the expectations of two classes will bring a lot of different, I am willing to a road walk to black, and willing to taste the loneliness.

Enjoying the solitude is the patent of my life. They come and go, they rush, they rush, I have nothing to do but sit back and watch them study hard and enjoy a steady life.

That is special day I am afraid of loneliness, just walked down from the death, brother to walk, I tore heart crack lung pain bring mental and physical trauma, afraid to be alone, busy or accompanied until tired to close your eyes is required each day.

And so I found that I couldn't live without them.

On their graduation day, I am busy and spare, full and lonely, happy and wounded. In the days when they will graduate, I will remember their smiles. I have been with them for three years, and I am working with them to make my dream come true. I will put all my efforts into one sentence: "children, be an eagle, fly high!

"Tick, tick... "It was a minute and a second, and for the students we were about to graduate, the voice seemed to be pinned down by stones, unable to speak; The eyes contain crystal clear tears, quietly spilled on every inch of my Alma mater...

Every time we sing the song "tomorrow will be good", every song, every melody is creeping into our hearts. When I saw the blessings left by everyone, I felt a surge of acid. I heard the innocent laughter of the students in class meeting, for fear that they would never hear again. After class, walk in the campus after the rain, recalling the days of childhood, looking for the treasure left in childhood, in the heart also for the time of the rush to regret.

Once more than once in a dream I dreamt of the class teacher respectively, every time I want to go to retain, but gradually they disappear, leaving only I was looking for their trail; I cried in the room more than once, because I really did not want the students, did not know whether to leave silently, or with tears? Six years of blood and sea life, is that the difference? Six years of teachers and students can only be so cut off? Who can give me a satisfactory answer?

Students, when we have a successful career, we will return to this part of our memories -- Alma mater. Teacher, thank you for six years for my cultivation, thank you for ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people, the difference is good, never forget!