In the last semester of junior high school, I felt that I became more and more dependent on this group. When I came to the campus in the early morning, I felt an inexplicable joy and joy in the classrooms with bright and clean windows and the loud sound of books. When I left the campus in the evening, I felt a silent nostalgia and dependence in my heart due to the towering pavilions and the silver school gate.
I usually don’t care about every plant and tree on campus; it’s even more difficult for me to pay attention to the trivial matters in the class. Now, I feel even cuter. Sometimes I would wipe the dusty window frames and tidy up the messy tables and chairs. The classmates no longer worry about trivial matters. Both parties smile calmly and feel relieved. Everyone is cherishing this last time together! I often look at the river outside the window and wonder: How many more days can I stay here? Attachment, what kind of feeling is this! Like the gentle river caressing the reeds on the shore; like the gentle wind chasing the twigs of the weeping willows; like the floating white clouds caressing the towering mountain peaks. My heart is like this water, this wind, this cloud.
My running is inseparable from the horse of my alma mater. My success is inseparable from the golden wings of my alma mater. Alma mater, no matter we are far apart or far away, your shadow will always be in my heart, because I am a child raised with your milk!
Six years of primary school life have been tightly blocked by time. I am eager to pull out the golden key of memory and want to keep this beautiful thing deep in my heart forever, but I am always afraid that I will lose it one day. So, I put it on paper.
Yesterday, the teacher led us into the campus. The scene of walking into the classroom is still vivid in our minds. In the blink of an eye, what is shown in front of us is farewell. The trees on the campus seem particularly lovely and kind now, as if they are stretching their slender arms, blessing us, and hoping that we can step onto a new level again in the new school year.
Everyone spent yesterday in laughter and laughter. The students chased and played happily, everything was so beautiful and unforgettable... Yesterday, the teacher pointed at the blackboard with a teaching stick and taught us to read: "We are Chinese, and we love our motherland..." The teacher put Hold our hands and teach us to write "one", "crore", "wood", "field"...
Yesterday will always become yesterday and history forever...
Teachers and classmates, before we say goodbye, let this become the eternal music between us, accompanying you and me until forever...
My running is inseparable from the horse of my alma mater. My success is inseparable from the golden wings of my alma mater.
Alma mater, no matter we are far apart or far away, your shadow will always be in my heart, because I am a child raised with your milk!