In order to write a composition of not less than 800 words at the gate of my alma mater.

Some people say that the process of growth is like a river. On the left bank, there is an irretrievable lost time; On the right bank, there is a long-awaited distant future, and in the middle, there are glorious youth years for which we are striving. The past cannot come back. Looking back, summer is here, and my departure is imminent.

On a holiday, I walked alone on the road and unconsciously came to the entrance of junior high school for three years. It's like being guided by a kind of heart, whispering in my heart: I'm back.

Standing at the gate of my alma mater, I just stood and looked at those houses with red brick walls, locked doors and a few grasses on the wall. All these were once so familiar, but they no longer belonged to me. Through the crack of the door, you can vaguely see some dusty table tennis tables. Scenes played back in my mind. I still remember that every time we go to physical education class, we girls will rest in the shade, but we can't play ball, but we are scrambling to learn from our teachers.

Sweet laughter echoed gently in my ears. "You lost, please give us each a popsicle." "No problem, who is afraid of who!" ..... are simple words, I don't know why it's so warm. It is the friendship of our classmates for three years, and it is the sweat we chase in the sun regardless of the hot summer. Tired, laughing, sad, but never forgotten memories, a string of notes kept dancing, the best three years.

Standing at the gate of my alma mater, facing the afterglow of the sunset, nostalgic thoughts spread like fog, and I was completely lost. "I think you are like a great soldier. I can always see you raise your hand and draw your sword to help! " I have always remembered the humorous comments of the Chinese teacher for a long time.

Sometimes I feel helpless or miserable. This "hero" theory always gives me strength. Perhaps life is an empty space, the wind of praise blows gently, and everything on the earth recovers. Familiar figures, smiling faces and lost tears blend together again and again, forming a huge whirlpool of memories.

"I am willing to jump in!" Standing at the gate of my alma mater, although memories are eroding my brain, I can still clearly distinguish what the past is. Red bricks, green grass, circular runway ... these things are so simple but so warm. I learned so much at my alma mater and gained so much. I know some morals and have gained simple feelings. I have been selfish and troubled, but compared with happiness, it is really insignificant. Standing here, it seems that a thousand words can't explain the delicate memory in my heart However, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. With three years of persistence and belief, I carry a full life backpack and continue on the road, no matter how difficult it is.

Tears crept into my eyes. Thanks to my alma mater, I drew the heaviest outline for my future. Dry your tears, turn around calmly and never look back, because I always believe that separation does not mean change!