The years are like the flowing water of a river, flowing with happy laughter. When I'm about to say goodbye to my alma mater, I always think of the happy time I spent here. I used to learn how to be a man, increase knowledge, and exercise One plant, one sand and one stone in the campus can remind me of my good memories of the past.
Grove -- the world of games
"Jingling bell..." Class is over. I was dragged to the grove by my classmates. There are many kinds of trees in the grove, including bamboo, banyan It is divided into two parts. On the left side there is a path paved with pebbles; on the right side there are many lush plants, which are suitable for hide and seek. If we have enough time, we will play games here and have a lot of fun.
You see, from time to time, we are jumping on the grass, picking tender bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest, playing hide and seek in the forest Sweatshirts, skirts Passing in the bamboo forest, there were bursts of laughter from time to time.
We play games in the woods. Birds sing for us. Butterflies dance with us. Sometimes even teachers can't help but join us. Ah, the grove, it's a happy game world.
Classroom -- paradise of learning
Where do you hear the pleasant sound of reading? Oh, it's from the classroom. We sat in a clean and tidy classroom, holding our textbooks in our hands, and we read them out in an emotional voice.
The teacher stood on the platform, listened to the beautiful music attentively, and couldn't help being intoxicated in it. After a piece of music, the teacher began to teach knowledge to the flowers of our motherland. The teacher gushed the rain on it, and we tried our best to absorb the nutrients below, so that we could serve our country in the future.
Ordinary classroom, now also becomes beautiful, really reluctant to leave!
Teacher - second mother
When we enter primary school, we are taught by teachers; on campus, we are greatly helped by teachers; when we need comfort, the first one is teachers Teacher, you are our second mother!
When I first came to nursery school, I didn't have many friends I knew. When other students were playing happily, I could only sit by myself. When I secretly cry under the tree, you gently wipe away my tears, holding me by your warm hand to play with others. Teacher, you like a beam of sunshine into my heart, warm my young heart. Teacher, you are my second mother!
Dear alma mater, I will be separated from you soon. I really can't bear you!