Prose Poetry in Grade Six: Memories of Six Years in Primary School

Although I went there and came here again, I will graduate from primary school soon, and the memory of six years of primary school will be placed in the depths of my brain, that quiet and beautiful place. However, why is six years so short? The innocence of childhood passed away in a hurry before I enjoyed it enough.

I don't want to calculate the time of primary school study, because that figure is very small. After graduation, I always feel that I have to lose something, whether it is the innocence of my childhood or many precious friends. No matter what I lost, I think it drew a perfect arc for my six years.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Six years slipped away from me quietly, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea. Six years of primary school time melted into the laughter of childhood.

In the past, whenever I walked into school every day and saw familiar classmates, they always greeted me. So when I fail, they will comfort me and let me know that failure is the mother of success; When I am sad, they will pat me on the shoulder and let me regain my confidence; When it is dark, they will call me and lead me to hope and light. I understand their kindness. When I opened my mouth to say thank you, it was too late. Six years have passed, leaving only regrets.

What can I do when I fly away? Only accept, only laugh. The past six years have been dispersed by the breeze like light smoke and evaporated by Chu Yang like mist. They helped me a lot, and I ... I only did a little for them. I came here naively, and in a blink of an eye, I will leave this place with beautiful memories.

I can't bear to part with my school, my classmates and the innocence of my childhood. If I can have another six years, I must say thank you to them. Savor this short and beautiful time.

Grade 6 of Bulei Primary School in Cangshan District, Fuzhou, Fujian: Chen Weisen