Time flies, six years have passed, and the "wonderful moments" of those scenes have passed away, but they are still vivid. They are like seasoning packets with different tastes, sour, spicy, sweet and bitter ... more like clever little notes, some high and some low, one after another, strung together to form a beautiful symphony, which makes our life colorful!

Note a-sweet

It is a very happy thing for us to win glory for our class. That time, we did it!

It was the afternoon of Children's Day, and our school was going to hold tug-of-war competitions in different years. We are in Class One every six years. We beat them last year, and this year we feel a little pressure, but we still believe that we will win! After the whistle, "World War I" began! We pull and pull hard, but we dare not relax at all. We only heard the wind blowing in our ears and the screams of cheerleaders shouting their voices. Time passed quickly, and wars between the "second world" and the "third world" started one after another. In the end, we achieved "two wins in three games"! Everybody is happy!

Note b- acid

Note-Acid is something I will never forget, because-

Six years later, after I graduated from primary school, I want to break up with teachers and classmates who are close to my mother, brothers and sisters. Some students hope that this day-closed school spirit will come soon, but I hope this day will never come. But often "God doesn't want it", and this day comes.

Is it raining, or are the clouds in the sky crying for our separation? Is it that God has pity on our "love"? We are all sitting in the classroom. You want us to talk about our feelings or messages to our classmates over the years. At first, the students were silent, and slowly, more and more ... I also said that I only felt tears in my eyes after listening. How did this happen? Why should I cry? Although I tried my best not to let tears fall, I still didn't help the world. Tears came out. The back of my hand was wet and my eyes were redder, only to find that many students around me also cried. At this time, you came to us and told us to stop crying. You said that if we cried again, you would cry too. But my tears are still like broken beads, endless!

After the closing ceremony of the school, I was on my way home with some of my best friends. Although there are people around, we are still "raining" and talking about how "sad" and "unwilling" we are as we walk. ...

This matter, now that I think about it, my eyes are still watery!

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Teacher, although I graduated, I won't forget you. A thousand words can't express my gratitude to you and every teacher and classmate. I can only sincerely say to you: Teacher, you have worked hard! "

Wish: smooth work and good health!