Childhood is the most beautiful and peaceful time for each of us. That childhood keeps many memories, there are happy memories, also sad memories, but they all help us to grow up and mature. In those beautiful memories, the time I returned to my hometown left a deep impression on me and a memory that I will never forget. After a year of studying hard, my parents sent me back to my hometown for a week to visit my grandparents and relatives. Hearing that, I was bored, I reminded me of the boring, hot summer days at home, but my heart was so sad. But my parents have made a decision, so I dare not object. The day my parents took me to the car to go home, my heart was sad. The car changed wheels, the image of the bustling city gradually faded away, the landscape began to shift to the green rice fields, stretching to the horizon, and houses were gradually becoming sparser. My hometown is in the suburbs of Hanoi, arrived within an hour. At the bus stop, grandparents and brothers were waiting to pick me up. Everyone was cheerful and happy.My grandparents took me home, I washed my face, and my younger brother Hoa took me over to her house. She led me to a secret corner and pulled out countless colored papers, bamboo sticks, ... The boy said he knew I was going to leave so he kept these things waiting for me to come make a kite. After saying that, Hoa smiled and laughed, his pure smile made me feel close to Hoa, even though I and she rarely talked to each other before. After a while, Hoa pulled all her equipment into the middle of the yard and she started showing me how to make kites. Ready-made, smooth bamboo sticks, red and green papers look colorful, ... Hoa guided me and messed up my kite but soon my kite was completed. A large kite with a bright red color is the main theme. After a while, my kite was finally finished, it was super flabby and weak. But I'm still happy, because this is the first time I have made a toy for myself. After we finished the kite, we went to the slopes of the village to fly, Hoa flew the kite skillfully, soon the kite flew up soaring, mixed in the wind sound of the flute of a kite vi vu. earnestly. Just like that all afternoon we played together. Hoa has made me change my mind about a boring summer vacation in the countryside.In the following days, I was brought to discover many other interesting things by Hoa: buffalo breeding, fishing, river swimming ... childhood joys that I would never have had without this summer vacation. . At the end of the vacation, I was so attached that I didn't want to leave my homeland, my grandparents and my baby Hoa. This vacation has made me love my homeland even more, and love where my vegetables are buried. These memories will forever be engraved in my heart, it is also the motivation for me to strive to study well to build a rich and beautiful homeland.

        Each of us, everyone is attached to many happy and sad memories of our childhood. But for me the memory of the first day of school will probably be the most impressive. There are children sitting in the back of the car with their parents chirping, talking and laughing. But as soon as I got to the school gate, I burst into tears. The school is small, the teachers are not familiar, the boys and girls of the same age look at each other with innocent eyes. That's how I spent my first day of school. Crying and sobbing when my parents said goodbye and left. She timidly wiped her tears so that the teacher took her hand and led her into the classroom. And suddenly smiled when I saw some of the flower classmates who were also "juicy" like me. “The first day of school, my mother took my hand to school, I cried while walking, my mother comforted me… That first day, the teacher was like a gentle mother, …” That first day passed, but the emotions will never fade away, and to me, that day seems like just yesterday, the joys, sorrows, happiness, excitement, surprise, fear on the first day of class are the echoes to come. until tomorrow. volume_upcontent_copyshare

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          Mỗi chúng ta, ai ai cũng gắn với bao kỷ niệm buồn vui của tuổi thơ. Nhưng đối với tôi kỷ niệm về buổi tựu trường đầu tiên có lẽ sẽ là ấn tượng sâu sắc nhất. Có những đứa trẻ ngồi sau xe ba mẹ ríu rít, nói cười. Nhưng chỉ vừa đến cổng trường thôi đã oà khóc nức nở. Ngôi trường nho nhỏ, những thầy cô giáo chưa quen mặt, những cô cậu bạn bè cùng trang lứa nhìn nhau với ánh mắt ngây thơ. Tôi đã trải qua ngày đầu tiên đi học như vậy đó. Gào khóc lên nức nở khi ba mẹ chào tạm biệt ra về. Rụt rè gạt nước mắt để cô giáo nắm tay dẫn vào lớp. Và bất chợt nhoẻn cười khi nhìn thấy mấy nhóc bạn cùng lớp hoa ra cũng "mít ướt" như mình. “Ngày đầu tiên đi học, mẹ dắt tay tới trường, em vừa đi vừa khóc, mẹ dỗ dành yêu thương… Ngày đầu như thế đó, cô giáo như mẹ hiền, …” Ngày đầu tiên ấy trôi qua, nhưng những cảm xúc sẽ không bao giờ mờ phai, và với tôi, cái ngày ấy như chỉ mới là ngày hôm qua mà thôi, những vui, buồn, hạnh phúc, thích thú, bỡ ngỡ, lo sợ trong ngày đầu tới lớp là những dư âm tới tận mai sau.