Time flies so fast. Momentarily, 5 years have passed, now I am ready to leave my beloved primary school. Until now, the memories of the first day I went to school, the first day I entered here are still intact. Yet, now the eldest siblings in the school, are examples for the babies to follow.
Emotions when coming out to farewell school extremely chaotic. I think a lot about teachers and friends ... Not being able to meet the teacher who has been with me for 5 years, can't listen to his lectures. How that feeling so empty! I still remember the moments when your teacher took his hand with each handwriting, graciously instructed each calculation. When I was sick, I could not go to school. I was touched and could not help crying so deeply that I hugged him, I said I missed him and my friends too, I hope I will be able to go to class soon. He comforted, encouraged, and told stories that made me laugh. When can I find such a teacher in my life. Thanks to the teacher, I consider the classroom like home, teachers like father, friends are brothers. We really love and support each other. Although simple feelings but sincere.
As for you, I remember the most are the collective activities of the class, sightseeing or participating in the school's art. The whole class worked together, had fun, solidified together. Chi Chi always wins the excellence award, it cannot be an individual effort, it is the power of team spirit. In class, the recess together skipping rope, shuttlecock, hide and seek. How come I miss it, how long are we still together? So fast, I still want to play with my friends for a longer time, I want to study with my friends for a longer time.
At the end of this term, we will break up, one place at a time. It may be fortunate, some will be in the same grade 6, but what about our 5A1 extended family? Oh, the moment of separation really did not dare to think. What would a new school be like when we were no longer close friends. Remember the white chalk, remember the blackboard, remember the whole set of tables and chairs, remember the fountain pen and purple ink. Remember everything, it's not easy. Now, I want to cry like my first day at school, like when my mom let go of my hand and told me to walk on my own.
There is a bit of time left, I want to try to make these days fun with my friends. Working with everyone to make unforgettable memories, to return later, everyone still feels happy.
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