Finally going back to school, sitting in the windy classroom and listening to the teacher. But this year's 'back to school' is different from every other year when the summer ticks chirp. Memorable 'back to school' season!
The sky is clear, clear, and the air is very fresh. Only the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. At this time, the schoolyard is very quiet and peaceful. There are very few students going to school. The lights in the classroom gradually turned on, the fans gradually turned on, revealing rows of yellow seats. Three rows of buildings are arranged in an L shape, leaving an empty courtyard with the red flag with yellow stars fluttering, there is no sound of students playing as usual, everything is strangely quiet. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw the city's doctors standing there like soldiers guarding strictly to take the temperature of the patients. . The sun had risen, looking like a giant ball. The gentle rays of the sun shining down on the schoolyard made it very bright. The early morning dew drops on the young green leaves glitter like pearls. A few minutes later, more students came. They stood in line, that line from above looked like a swarm of ants. The school drum has sounded to let me know that it's time to enter class r. Looking through the classes, students have been separated from the class. The red-stars, the young people who were in shock began to do their duty like every other day. The red flag flutters in the afternoon wind, the rays of sunlight from the sun feel like pouring into our school yard.... After school, the students each go their separate ways, those who have to do their duty on duty. In Japan, I stayed to do my work, the laughter, talking, shouting has been replaced by the rustling of leaves and the sound of the wind blowing, I feel like the school is missing something very important. so.
The school is my friend, my second home, as well as a big fortress to fight against the covid 19 epidemic. I hope the epidemic will pass soon so that we can have more happy and sad memories again. each other throughout our studies.
