Primary school, I stayed there for five years and was about to leave. The primary school days are almost over, and when I think about it, they are also very short. Elementary school is like a wonderful poem in my heart that composes the happy memories of my childhood.
To this day, I still remember the first time I stepped into the poetic campus. At first, I didn't want to go to school. I really wanted to play and have fun with my friends. At that time, I thought I could no longer play with my friends and that I would never have a happy time again. Now I know I was wrong. The campus is such a beautiful place.
The hexagonal pavilion there, although the water has dried up, is still so beautiful. Everywhere on campus is so picturesque. In the teaching building, the first-grade children are jumping around, just like they were when we were children. They are still as familiar in my memory and have not changed at all. Touching every table and chair seems to have left your own mark. Happy memories linger in my mind and never stop. The memories on campus are always so beautiful. I told my classmates what was on my mind and my happiness. My classmates listened to me and never complained. They were always so patient. There are no secrets from everyone.
At this time, feelings are like ripples and ripples in a calm lake. When it comes to campus, everyone talks endlessly. Why? Now, I understand that the campus is a poem, and the primary school years are even more precious.
People are always like that. They don’t know how to cherish until they are almost gone; they don’t know how precious they are until they are lost. The same is true for me. Childhood is about to be lost, and the happiness of the past is gone. why is that? Is childhood so short?
Now I know the answer. My childhood was only in primary school, and primary school was so beautiful, like a poem, that no one wanted to leave. But my childhood is gone and I have to go. I know that the more beautiful poems were written in middle school, but I am still so attached to my childhood in elementary school, that kind of happiness...
Campus, the poem in my heart; elementary school, the bright poem in my heart, the happiest Psalms.