Goodbye, excellent composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my excellent farewell composition. Welcome everyone to learn from it. I hope it helps you.

Goodbye excellent composition 1 goodbye alma mater. Everyone here has joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. Now, everyone has to say "goodbye" to their alma mater, and naturally they have great feelings in their hearts!

From the moment when everyone started school to the moment when everyone was about to leave school, it seemed that everything happened yesterday. Want to bid farewell to this beautiful campus, naturally reluctant. The big screen erected at the door, the white and purple walls and the green runway will all become memories. The fifth grade on the top floor is everyone's study and life world, with blue curtains, a blackboard newspaper column with a pink bottom, a big TV set, a floor cut with bricks, and no desks painted with the "38th parallel". And a strong learning atmosphere.

I'm graduating soon, and I can't forget the teachers' inculcation. Every teacher's image is vivid. Interest cultivation, knowledge accumulation and strict training are everyone's primary school life. Laughter and embarrassment among classmates are memories of our childhood. I am about to part ways, say goodbye, and continue the next journey with the expectations of my alma mater. Good-bye, alma mater. I wish you eternal youth!

Goodbye excellent composition 2 When I saw you in my class, I thought of you and my three main course teachers. They have different personalities. Teacher Huang, the head teacher, cares about you and me. China history teacher sometimes tells you some life truths. Mr. Wu, an English teacher, is very humorous and often tells you jokes or jokes. I think of you and me in class, and I think of the time when you and I made the classroom our home and cleaned it up. I seem to see the teacher lecturing on the podium with chalk, and you and I are listening carefully below.

When I walked to the playground, I seemed to see the football match of that year. I seem to see physical education class in front of my house all the time, and every student is eager to try.

When I came to the small playground, I seemed to see you. I took part in the high jump and long jump here ... a small playground, as if it were your examination room and mine.

When I walked to the small aisle, I remembered that I was playing in the aisle with my classmates. How happy I am. But now that I think about it, I am very sad. I think I will leave my alma mater and my old good friend. Goodbye, alma mater! Goodbye, friends! You and I have the same fate. Goodbye!

Good-bye excellent composition 3 The wide playground is only light green, which is refreshing. The breeze is blowing gently, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and spring comes as scheduled.

"Ten years ... twenty years ... thirty years ... let's come again!" "Be sure to come again!" My voice is hoarse and my heart is sour. "I care about our tree, I am the master of my life!" The activity of planting graduation trees is finally over.

The crowd dispersed with a sigh. Looking at the students' fading back, I was a little callous. It's only 90 days before we break up. At a loss, it seems that I have returned to the fourth grade and played all kinds of small games together; In the fifth grade, there was a heated discussion about which animation was good. Back to reality, it seems that the fourth and fifth grades happened yesterday, which is unforgettable. As described in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's article "Hurry": My days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.

Think of the fever in the fourth grade. When I go back to school, you surround me first. It is you who ask about the illness; You taught me how to take medicine ... when I think that we are about to come to the crossroads of life, choose a road, go our separate ways, and never look back at each other again, tears will come to my eyes involuntarily.

Stop and stare, not as good as my little smile on my knee. Every leaf is like a little bit that we have experienced together. It shook and shook, as if it were shaken by a strong wind, which made people feel pitiful. As if waving to me, want to say a few words to me, people can't put it down; As if to say goodbye to me, shaking the thin branches makes people sigh.

Smile! How can you stand the storm when you are so thin? Why don't you shake it? Do you want to prove it to me? Suddenly, I seem to see the shadow of Wan Xiang-do you remember the first time I was in the fourth grade? Ignorant and innocent, he often fights over trivial matters, but after a while, he fights again with a smile. In the fifth grade, I began to pay attention to my grades, often secretly comparing my grades with my deskmate, and began to take care of myself. The competition among the sixth grade, the top ten in the class and the top two hundred in the grade is becoming more and more fierce. The horn of Xiaoshengchu has sounded, and we must fight for it.

Even if we are just passers-by in each other's lives, we should thank you for your companionship over the past few years, and it is enough to laugh and have fun with you.

Goodbye excellent composition 4 In a trance, the happy primary school life has quietly passed away. Goodbye, my dear classmates; Goodbye, my dear first teachers; Goodbye, my dear alma mater. ...

Time is passing, and we are growing. At this time, we will separate and fly separately. Perhaps, we will each step into our ideal middle school, but please don't forget our friendship and our alma mater.

In the past six years, we * * * shared the joy of happiness and shared each other's sadness. My alma mater has given me so much, and the beautiful learning environment has brought me excellent results. Isn't this the credit of the alma mater? Six spring and autumn years have passed, recalling the past bits and pieces, I left a burst of sadness and didn't want to leave. Ah! Beautiful alma mater, beautiful Yupu central primary school, I will always remember you, I will always bless you and support you!

Goodbye, my dear alma mater, goodbye, once the best class 5 (). Although Grade 6 () has regressed and failed to create one miracle after another like Grade 5 () before, what I want to say is-please don't forget our beautiful and dear alma mater!

Goodbye excellent composition 5 Time flies, years are handsome, and four years are like clouds. I'm in grade five. Life in primary school makes me miss, fascinate and remember.

Listening to the teacher's repeated exhortations, listening to the teacher's repeated teachings, and relying on the mutual help and encouragement of our classmates, our classmates grew up together. Our reading sounds still seem to reverberate in the class, our laughter still seems to linger on the playground, and we play in the campus. In every corner, we left unforgettable memories. The past is vivid, and the memory is still in my mind. Go to school, attend classes, finish school and go home. The days are still the same layer by layer, and I still see the smiling faces familiar to teachers and classmates. Can vaguely find subtle changes, suddenly look back, can not help but sigh: colorful fifth-grade life is coming to an end.

Unforgettable fifth-grade students are like a song played in a year. Every note is rippling with our joys and sorrows, our growth process and our unity. It's almost over, and I can't help but recall the delicious taste like coffee. Here, we have laughed, cried, worked hard and United. After ups and downs, our love for class has been naked into a little truth on this fertile soil. I believe that one day, it will blossom and bear fruit here. Always with a curious childlike innocence, the world has the most beautiful reverie; Forever, on a ship with sincere spring dreams, sailing in childhood dreams; Forever, stepping on the passionate sunset, walking quietly in the beautiful dusk.

It's time to part. We want to bid farewell to our beloved teachers, leave the beautiful classroom, and walk out of the dilapidated classroom door that goes in and out every day in the fifth grade. I still remember clearly that when my father took my hand and walked into the door of this classroom for the first time, I thought it was so mysterious. Now, I am about to walk out of the door of this classroom, and my heart is very unhappy. I once again looked at the door of this classroom with deep affection and stared into the affectionate eyes of the teacher. I will remember all this. The fascinating years of my childhood are unforgettable.

Years are like songs, and the fifth grade is full of energy, just like yesterday's clouds, so beautiful; Just like a cup of bitter gourd juice-bitter with sweet.

Goodbye excellent composition 6 After playing in the park, I saw crape myrtle in full bloom, purple, pink and white. The painted face swaying from the branches is elegant and enchanting, but it is somewhat unrestrained in reserve, but there is a state of falling in love with the countryside. Such as the absolute gorgeous beauty in the world, without the beauty of fragile state. Under the scorching sun, under the baptism of wind and rain, in the tired season of Fang Fei, it can bloom for half a year. I can't help but think how brave, tenacious and strong Mulan, who fought on horseback, disguised herself as a man for 12 years and served as a soldier for half her life. How many men are impressed by this heroism. Gentle and proud, like this crape myrtle.

People often say that a beauty is like a famous flower, but a famous flower is also like a beauty. Ziweihua, on the other hand, is a chivalrous woman fighting in the Jianghu and a general fighting on the battlefield. She is cheerful and sunny, strong and flexible. Looking at its unpretentious beautiful face, we often forget the change of seasons and the passage of time. Time is always vague in front of flowers, and it slips away inadvertently. For example, in this hot summer, the sky is full of blue, how much desolation it has been prosperous and how much sadness it has been immersed in. I think infinitely, but I can't understand it after all.

I've always hoped that blue can be coiled in my heart for many years and grow like a vine. Unfortunately, after all, I can't beat the time. I lost my inner green and softness. A yellow shirt, flowing brightly, is also calm and faint desolation, which is not as warm and unrestrained as the infinite vitality gushing out of this blue. Can't stay, August is waiting ahead. July, inadvertently stepped in, and now I don't want to go, but I can't help but let time push me forward. When to come and when to go, such as flowers blooming and falling, is inevitable and helpless.

If you don't want to leave, you don't want to leave, but you can't give time an excuse because we can't influence the heart of time. I hope it is as soft as flowing clouds, as affectionate as spring breeze and as charming as flowers. When it walks in the years without hesitation, it finally understands that there is no hypothesis in front of time. Time can't be chased, and time can't be remembered. Too much hope, like a dream bubble, how long can it last? When I woke up, it was another kind of sadness.

Perhaps sadness is a luxury of time. Dancing in the years, feeling embarrassed in the time. Mottled colors, dizzy with the world of mortals and elegance, stirred up the disturbance of the world. Confused heart, once with the bright moon, once chasing water. The river beat the petals and * * * reached the end of the world.

The end of the world is not the other side of time. Looking at each other from afar, you can't see the distant mountains and rivers, and you can't see the vague tomorrow. However, I know in my heart that green mountains and green waters are always there, and it's just as well not to be old. At a certain time in a certain year, a certain month, we will meet at last. At the moment, I just want to bid farewell to July quietly.

Goodbye, July.

Goodbye excellent composition 7 Time flies, and in a blink of an eye we will bid farewell to our alma mater. Getting along, slapstick, jokes and happiness have all become memories of the past, from that naive and lively child to a mature and steady big child. Time has been preserved like an album for six years. ...

When we first came to this primary school, we were strangers, from silent "passers-by" to silent friends, from silent friends to disciples who parted ways. Everything is too fast. Looking at the crooked handwriting on the blackboard, I can't help feeling a little sour. Listening to the teacher's repeated exhortations, I was very unhappy. The harshness of the past turned into a feeling of farewell, and the reprimand of the past turned into tears. How can a strong teacher do this before? Goodbye, my teacher.

In the past six years, I have made many good friends, who always bring me happiness and encouragement. Laughter and laughter will be buried in my heart again and again. I will go to junior high school soon, and I will never see my classmates again. I believe that my classmates will eventually be rewarded through review and study ... Goodbye, classmates.

Looking at the empty table, my heart is also very uncomfortable. There are no things used by classmates, no leftover snacks, useless garbage, and no past joys. The floor became spotless, and there were no chalk heads thrown by classmates. Although this clean classroom is a good thing, I am not happy. Without all this about my classmates, it means that we will enter junior high school. Maybe some students will never see each other again ... but no news is good news after all. Maybe they have gone abroad for further study. Maybe they have been admitted to a prestigious school and found their own way. The horn of the expedition has sounded, and the past will eventually pass. There are many things worth remembering-crazy play after class, serious appearance in class, helplessness of being troubled by problems, and joy of getting help. We will soon be recognized by teachers and parents. Bless you, classmates, goodbye, classmates. Goodbye, alma mater.

We are about to enter junior high school, and we have long understood that the past will eventually pass, time will eventually pass, and years will eventually change. Where will there be a banquet in the world? We will meet when it is time to meet. Let's turn our feelings of farewell into motivation and strive to get into a good high school and a good university. I firmly believe that we will meet again then!

Good-bye excellent composition 8 You are my best friend, my best confidante, my best partner and my best happiness.

Can you stay with me forever? Now it seems that it is impossible. I thank you for coming to my world, but I regret that you left me forever today. I don't know who is so vicious as to poison you. I am angry, I am sad, and I regret it. Rolling, are you not my most beautiful memory? You know what I care about most is you, but you left me today-April 25th. I hope you will miss our future more on your way to heaven. As long as you give up on us, come to me in the afterlife. I will make up for all the sins I have committed against you and be doubly kind to you. I can't adapt to life without you. My mind will see what you look like, all your feelings for me and that unique emotion.

Gungun, did you hear my call? I will pay homage to you at this time of year. Although you are only a dog, I always regard you as my friend. Hello, rolling in heaven.

Goodbye excellent composition 9 The wind chimes of the years ring in the rolling, and the ticking clock dies in the sound. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life has ended. Every time I think about it, I can't calm down for a long time.

Six years of primary school life come and go with a smile. Colorful study life is about to pass, looking back, everything is like yesterday. Six years of primary school life, endless ups and downs, come to mind together on this farewell day.

I still clearly remember that six years ago, we snuggled up to our parents and walked into the campus with longing for the school and admiration for the teachers. The grassy playground, the classroom with bright windows, the innocent classmates, the amiable teachers, and the textbooks with ink fragrance are all so attractive.

Six years of study and life is like a colorful picture! Every morning, we step into the school gate facing the morning sun, and our laughter suddenly ripples on the campus that has been silent all night. Morning exercises began, and we lined up to enter the playground. Neat movements and vigorous posture are really a bit of military spirit! When the bell rang, we hurried into the classroom. In class, we listen attentively, read passionately and have a heated discussion, just like seedlings sucking sweet spring from sales.

Writing for fifteen minutes at noon is our "compulsory course" every day. In elegant and relaxed music, we draw red stickers one by one. From those square words, we feel the profoundness of China culture.

Six years have passed and we are thriving here. We learned a lot of knowledge and skills, learned how to be a man, and felt the joy and happiness of childhood. Alma mater, alma mater, these are the spiritual wealth you gave us, how can we forget!

Dear teacher, looking back on the course of six years, every achievement of ours embodies your hard work and sweat, and every progress of ours cannot be separated from your help and guidance ... Working day and night, your forehead is covered with wrinkles, and the dust of chalk has dyed your hair white. However, nothing can change your love and infatuation with education, and nothing can change your forever young and creative heart. Teacher, teacher, you set an example for us with your words and deeds. In my mind, you are an angel, a tree and an ocean.

Goodbye, alma mater. Today, we are proud of you; Tomorrow, you will be proud of us.

Goodbye, teacher. "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." You are a silkworm and a candle. We will never forget your kindness to us.

Goodbye, class. Stop your heart in the harbor where colorful clouds are rising, secretly engrave friendship in your heart, and tie you and me tightly at the end of the years with the silk thread of friendship.

Goodbye excellent composition 10 Dear students, when you read this composition, I won't be in the same school with you. Although I have a lot of disappointment, I will always part. Life is too short to find a classmate like my family once. In fact, I don't want to leave you and come to a strange school and an unfamiliar environment. I still want to study with you. There must be many interesting things, hehe.

Hehe, I don't know how to use this word on you. Maybe it's just a perfunctory sentence. I have been with you for several years and have feelings. Although I am not as frank as a child, I always think of others silently. Maybe I won't be in a school in the future, and I will soon forget you and be unfamiliar with me, but it doesn't matter, as long as I remember you, from the innocence of grade one to the calmness of grade six. I can't express it in words. The smile of each of you is imprinted on my mind. On graduation day, I held back my tears and didn't want to cry in front of you. Actually, I hate to part with you. Although what I usually say is something categorical, by the day of graduation, it has gone up in smoke.

I still remember that after class, several people would always get together and talk about interesting things that happened around them, from class to class, from what happened at home to what happened at school. This scene is so warm, like a big family. There are things we have to do in the class. We all unite and contribute to the class together. We only stay in this classroom for one year, but this is a box full of our good memories. When we meet in the future, I don't want you to treat me like a stranger, so I won't say hello when I see you in the future, and I won't tell the truth as before. I hope that when we meet in the future, we will still be good friends and say goodbye to you. It's really hard. I don't know how to face you. Are you laughing? Still crying? On the day of parting, no one said goodbye. I guess you should be embarrassed! Almost every classmate has small gifts, some from classmates and some from teachers. Facing you, I am not like a serious Chinese class representative, but like your family. 6 1 class is our home, our forever home!

I used to say that I would graduate soon, but I didn't expect the joy of graduation, but the tears I didn't give up. All the happy times in the past have become memories. No, I don't want this. At this time, I want to stay and let us know better. You don't want to be apart! Faded childlike, only mature.

It's hard to say goodbye! I hope to see you in the future. We are all good friends, so we should come out and play together more often when we have time. I wish you happy every day! Blessing from old classmates. Goodbye, my dear classmates! Remember, we will always be Phoenix 6 1 class, and we will always be a big family!

Goodbye excellent composition 1 1 Gradually, I fell in love with reading alone. In every hot afternoon, in every quiet night, these are the times when you are not with me.

I once read such a sentence in a book that "some people have missed it and may meet again, which becomes a luxury." This sentence touched me deeply, as if there really was such a thing, and it happened to me, but I didn't care too much at that time. It was not until I suddenly opened my classmates' books that I found that some people had never met again after graduation. Although we promised not to forget each other, we didn't contact each other for a long time. After leaving for a long time, we slowly forgot each other, as if we had all changed invisibly. And if we really meet again one day, we may be silent for a long time and don't know what to say. A few commonplaces is ok, and Lian Xiao looked at each other far-fetched.

In a certain period of time, we didn't cherish each other well, but after we really left, I suddenly realized that what was lost was always beautiful in my memory.

In fact, many times, we are separated in youth. There was no wind at that time, so I didn't know the trace of being blown. Later, when the wind blew, some important things were long gone.

I still remember that "goodbye" is a very common sentence, but why do I feel sad? This feeling seems to have never happened before. And who is this time, towards the happy days that we can never come back?

You hold me, I hold you, you hold a book, I hold your hand to the classroom, just because we are friends, friends for life.

You came into my life quietly, and then you left quietly. We walked all over the town together that night. You told me that you would leave the day after tomorrow and come back after finishing high school in other places. We discuss how long we will meet again, keep in touch, write to each other and give each other a little surprise every year.

We walked along the river and talked nonstop, as if to finish what we had said in recent years. Until two o'clock in the morning, we were really sleepy and sat on a big rock and hugged each other and slept. This is not the first time, but it is the one I am most afraid of.

How many nights we slept noisily together, but it was not as real as it is now.

I cried the day you left. I could have insisted, but I couldn't help seeing you turn around and say goodbye.

Your departure is accompanied by the sound of "goodbye", as if you only appeared in my dream.

We haven't seen each other since then. And your "goodbye" is far away to the next place I can't see.

Goodbye excellent composition 12 has been here for six years and is about to leave. I can't express my feelings for my alma mater in words, but the eagle has to leave its warm nest and fly, and we have to move on for our own lives. The station of life does not sell return tickets; The mountain stream will not flow back. Ah, my alma mater. Good-bye. Goodbye, alma mater. You taught me the truth of being a man; It is your encouragement that gives me confidence in myself; You let me know so many good friends at school. Goodbye to my alma mater, I can't bear to part with you. After all you have done for me, I don't know how to repay you. My alma mater, I love you! Goodbye, alma mater. How amiable you are. Your kind smiling face will always accompany my heart. Go to the distant, alma mater ... goodbye, alma mater. It is you who taught me the knowledge of learning, made my grades among the best, and made me interested in learning. You said that the higher my interest in learning, the better I will learn. Goodbye, alma mater. Goodbye, alma mater. I will study hard, be admitted to a prestigious school and win honor for you. When I grow up and finish my studies, I will definitely come back to see you! Goodbye, alma mater, I love you!

Goodbye excellent composition 13 in the days of escape, six years passed quickly. Yesterday, I was just a freshman. Today, I have to say this sentence with tears in my eyes: "goodbye, teacher!" " "

I remember the first time I raised my hand to speak, it was in your Chinese class. You asked a question like the back of your hand, which is very basic. However, when the needle landed in the classroom, you could hear it clearly. The students were silent and bowed their heads, as if this was a problem more difficult to solve than going to heaven. "Hands up! Hands up! " I am at war again. "Don't! Trillion answered wrong, won't it be regarded as a joke by classmates? Can't raise your hand! " "Haven't you changed? Hands up! " After the "battle", I finally slowly pulled my hand out of the drawer. I saw my hands shaking when I didn't listen to the command. You scanned the classroom and told me to get up and talk. "The answer is ... yes, yes ..." I'm afraid I'm back to my old habits, which is unnatural to say. After a while, I adjusted my mentality, regained my confidence, and gave a complete answer to this question. "Well, very well, please sit down." When I sat down, I was very excited: it was not terrible to raise my hand, but it felt good to be praised by the teacher. From then on, I made a wish: I will never live up to my teacher's expectations. ......

If our parents taught us to take the first step in life, it was the teacher who taught us to take the first step in life. I can't forget that the first time I said one two three, you held my hand; I can't forget it. I counted 1+ 1 for the first time. You taught me to snap my fingers. I can't forget learning A, B and C for the first time. You corrected my mouth shape again and again. Teacher, I will never forget the time you spent with me. Because it was a happy turning point in my life, and you gave me great help, tolerance and confidence in my long journey.

The last month of primary school is over, and I also notice that we are leaving my classmates who have spent six years with me, the campus full of laughter and laughter, and the teachers! We will go where the motherland needs it most and let our youth shine.

Teacher, you have given us too much! You are like a burning candle. You have unreservedly dedicated all your knowledge to us, burning yourself, illuminating others, and always guiding our way forward with your light, so that we will never lose our way. So, I want to say loudly to the teacher here: "thank you!" " "

Goodbye excellent composition 14 How time flies! 20xx years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it will be 20xx years soon.

I have a lot of happiness and troubles in 20xx. For example, I won the first place in the mid-term exam, became the squadron leader, and so on, which made me particularly happy. But recently, I've been particularly upset, because my results in every quiz are not ideal, and my mother is very disappointed with me. Teachers are particularly disappointed with my exam results, so I feel very sorry for them. The teacher teaches us so hard every day that there is no time to rest. I am even more sorry for my family, because they accompany me to study, go to the hospital and stay up late with me every day. Therefore, I hope I can be a sensible child in 20xx, get better and grow up healthily.

Although I have a lot of troubles in 20xx, it has made me grow a lot. 20xx, I don't want you to go, but time can't stay for anyone. I want to say goodbye to you, 20xx!

20xx, wait for me, I'm coming!

Good-bye excellent composition 15 Outside the window, the wind blew, and a few wisps of breeze passed through the screen window, wrapped in my hands, and the faint smell of tobacco permeated every corner of the room. I listened quietly to the wind blowing through my hair, and the wind overflowed a deserted place. Suddenly, an unspeakable loss came to my mind. A meeting without a return date, the wind blows away, leaving only a lonely figure and a broken picture. I have always insisted on it with a persistent attitude, but every time the past ups and downs, I only blame myself for always failing to grasp that warm moment. Every time I stare at it, I just get tired eyes. As always, the wind blows through time and space, raising the dust all the way, burying those scattered footprints and fading away the colorful past. When thousands of faded years can't stay, I don't know where the wind will blow me, wandering at the ferry of years. I began to find the scenery around me beautiful. ....

Wandering in the frivolous and impetuous fleeting time, a pot fell, and this cargo and I always followed the footsteps of time, constantly looking for eternal scenes, but always could not find the end. Taking advantage of an old story, I silently counted down the pale and gorgeous past, and I don't know how much time has passed, and how many years have passed since fishing songs were sung. I count the time, everything seems to have gone away, and all the chapters, with the yellowing calendar, gradually become incomplete and stubborn, and will eventually melt into the years. When the joys and sorrows are exhausted, I have no time to look back carefully. The cycle of fate prompted me to travel far. However, the sky is boundless, but I don't know which direction to go Perhaps, the distance is really far, so far that my eyes can't touch it. Or maybe there is nothing in the distance, only pale and muddy years.

The passage of time has weakened the warmth of a season and left a fleeting time. When I took off my gorgeous years coat and looked back with nostalgia, I found that the wind and frost of the years had already erased all the gorgeous smiles. I was alone in Leng Yue, looking back on the ups and downs of the past, only to know that I was only tired in my empty bag. Listening to the years flowing slowly in the long river, I want to grind a wisp of ink, tell a kind of mood with meticulous and gentle words, and record every touch and warmth, but the pen in my hand can't write out my feelings. Walking in the cold and warm years, I began to doubt whether the world really exists forever. Time is like a knife, and the years are ruthless. Then, please allow me to bid farewell to the old days with a little smile, and then watch those distant winds and clouds disappear from the years.