Hold the pen, I want to write, but do not know how to write on this, the six years of primary school life, left me with too many memories, sweet, bitter, or bitter. In the face of the graduating campus, I can't say nothing in my heart.
From the moment when entered, was doomed to me is a member here, but also to the real teenager become my second home.
Here, I study. From the 100 word article to 500 words, from the 1+1 to learn the common formula, from the back words to learn the text, which all have to thank the teacher's hard cultivation. When I was good, the teacher smiled and praised me; when I made a mistake, the teacher seriously criticized me. Teacher, that is, I learn the way people on the road, always remind me, what is right, what is wrong.
Here, I play. From the first grade to the present, the classroom changed, the teacher changed, but only the students or the classmates, friends or these friends. In summer, we together tiaopijin, eat popsicle, running in the rain with thunder, enjoy the rainbow after the rain; winter, we together snowball fights, snowmen, skating together in the snow, enjoy the snow world. As the only child in the family, the friendship between the students is really precious.
Here, I grow up. From an uppity child grew up, the sixth grade students in a common sense, it is because of the small, it gave me a good environment, to my imagination, I love it.
Three months to graduate, looking at the campus of six years of life, I am in the heart of nothing. But. Even if I'm far away from you, I won't forget you, my dear alma mater.