发布网友 发布时间:2022-05-02 03:45
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热心网友 时间:2022-05-23 07:00
Time flies, time as Jun, a dazzling, 5 years time away from me, like clouds in general, I have sixth grade. Primary life that I miss; I am obsessed; let me go. Today, our students live only a year, I can not help but think of all the past eventful past. In the alma mater of the time only a short year, in this more than a thousand days. I'm like a seedling, like a blade of grass, like a seed, in the "gardener" - the teacher meticulous care, the intention of irrigation, grow, grow into a heaven tree, future return to the motherland, return to his alma mater, Return teacher. Listening to the teacher told over and over again, over and over again listening to the teacher's teaching, relying on the students want to help each other, encourage each other, our students are increasingly growing together. Seems to be in the class also echoed sound of loud reading us, in the playground as if filled with our laughter, and our campus shadow play, in every corner, we have left their memories. Past also Li Li in the head, still remember the heart.