Tung! Tung! Tung! The sound of the school drums resounded as usual in any school, but when I stand in this school, I feel recovery.
Back in school, I was lucky because of the mixed emotions in the confused mood of a little girl who began to step into another world, her world will be a bit bigger than the day of issue, a little more independent. Parents' dates must be given to school.
The school to and beautiful too! We have a large yard to have fun, including the benches of the teachers' classes and the one in the front who gave it to the school to rest during recess. Nacre, mausoleum, eagle or phoenix could stand decades ago, happily sharing with generations of students and witnessing the changes of the school. The luxuriant trees, as if there were hundreds of arms outstretched, embraced the flowers and foliage. See you again, the phoenix flower is red at a corner of the sky, the green color of the leaves makes more flower clusters more vitality.
The naughty students like us are still racing to fly in front of the phoenix pressing against the page and making unique beasts for friends. The best friends of my class are a colorful mausoleum, the canopy is cool at a corner, sun protection like a wailing purple umbrella. The old writers probably quiet, quietly watching the demons and students are jumping rope, kicking a bridge, playing games ... Turning green trees full of life is our classroom! Two rows of buildings were spacious and spacious like two non-utility arms, but in the middle were the school building, the office of the Management Board and the teachers' break room. Classrooms with chalkboards and white chalk are our close friends, day by day, the teacher still keeps the familiar style of the board with chalk that is brought us to knowledge horizons. It will continue to be a long program to explore and experience the changes of each courtyard, sky, every classroom but there is something that cannot change, love every moment, every school of student ages. In me, there is such a love for my dear school.