"Quack ~ ~" I was born at this moment, and the post-90 s world has a new life. It was not until childhood that I officially entered the student era.
Pritia
My parents sent me to kindergarten. That day, I cried. I have never left my parents since I was so big. My parents and teachers comforted me and said, "Don't cry, son, it's nothing. There are many good partners here. " I wiped my tears and sat on the seat. ... after school, my parents took me home. I had a good time all the way. It turns out that school is so fun. I spent three years happily. ...
Prepubertal period
My mother took me to a public primary school and signed me up. On the first day of school, I didn't cry, but I was timid Later, a little boy said to me, "Let's play together!" " "Good ~ good ~" I stammered. ... after school, I came home and still happily played with my classmates. Gradually, the teacher began to teach us to study, and I studied very hard, so I got good grades in return. The teacher praised me, and my parents praised me. They were all very happy. This situation continued until the sixth grade. I am about to graduate and enter junior high school. I am very excited to think about it: I am not a child anymore. ... and finally got into an ideal middle school with good grades.
Mid-adolescence
On the day of registration, I only went to middle school with one classmate to register. The people at the registration office said that they would report in two days and would arrange classes. School officially started, and I came to school with my good friends. There are too many people, which shocked me. War is cruel and competition is fierce.
After class, the teacher issued a new book, which is bigger and more than that of the primary school, but the subjects are much richer. From the day I had English class, my fate was somewhat out of my control. I don't know much about English grammar. The key is that I can't write it at all during the exam or the exam. Hey, I memorized the text and took notes in class. Still the same. English is probably my death.
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It's almost the third day in the blink of an eye. If you don't work hard, you may have to collect junk for the rest of your life. It's hard to think. "Is this the end of my life?" I asked myself this question.
"No, my time, my family! ! "Who is it?
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