Time flies, time flies, it seems that in the blink of an eye, I have gone from a primary school graduate to this vast world, becoming a successful person and a person who has contributed to this world. After 20 years of ups and downs, I returned to my primary school alma mater as if I had left yesterday. ...
Facing the rising sun, I strolled and enjoyed the morning glow. Walking, I came to my alma mater Jinsong No.3 Primary School, which raised me for six years.
I walked to the school gate, watching the innocent smiles of those children and listening to their laughter, as if I were a child again. I stepped into the campus gently and paced slowly in this economic campus. Beautiful and delicate flowers are blooming, and the air is filled with attractive fragrance. Looking at the teaching building again, it seems that it is still a place I am familiar with. I was about to visit my teacher when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"What is it, Maggie Cheung?"
I slowly turned around and looked up. Oh, my God! A kind and familiar face. I am particularly familiar with that face, but I can't remember where I have seen it at the moment. I searched this face carefully in my memory. Suddenly, I asked in a trembling voice, "Miss Hou?"
"Yes!" Seeing the teacher's smiling face and hearing the teacher's voice, I seem to have returned to 20 years ago. I quickly went to hug the teacher, and then went back to the building, talking about the past bit by bit.
"20 years! You children have now become a part of society and made some achievements in your career. As your teacher, I am really happy and proud of your success! But speaking of it, 20 years ago, you were still graduates here, or a group of children who knew nothing. Now ... "The teacher sighed and gently wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Twenty years of ups and downs, everything has changed! Let's say school, it's changed so much! But I can also find a familiar feeling in it. Every corner here has left a deep memory for me ... "After that, I talked with my teacher for a long time and talked about the sad course of these years. Walking in the corridor, looking at those lovely children, there is always an unspeakable feeling in my heart, lamenting the hasty passage of time.
I left when the last ray of sunshine shone on the ground of my alma mater. I looked back at the school I had left for a long time, turned around reluctantly, and walked along the road, along the way home that year. My back is particularly lonely against the setting sun. As I walked, I recalled the memory books of these years until the last sunset was swallowed up by darkness. ...