In those days of accommodation

In fact, three years is very short, very short... third grade, sixth grade, nine grades, time is like killing a pig knife, a touch is over, simple and clear. Look at the following recollections -

Monday: The sun father slowly climbed up to see us reading, and every time I saw from the podium, everyone was languid and the voice was terrible. Hey, there are people sleeping in front of my eyes, and taking a pile of thick books as a pillow! A big sleepy insect, don't give me a little face! After reading a text, the students all watched me walk to the sleepy insects. I heard someone snickering. Suddenly I screamed at the table of the sleeping insects and shouted "An earthquake!"

He jerked his head up, the saliva was three thousand feet, and the desk was actually there! I held back my smile, but the students snickered underneath, and his desk was also "giggle" laughing. He rubbed his small eyes, picked up the textbook and covered his face, pretending to be reading. Hey, how can I not know this little trick? He fell asleep again... On Monday, I was actually sad. For five days, we are all counting the days.

Tuesday: So long after Monday, what about Tuesday? I am looking forward to the arrival of Wednesday. The teacher lectured slowly; when I watched the movie, time flew away.

Wednesday: Excited! One-half of the five days passed! That tomorrow is Thursday!

Thursday: Hey! Tomorrow, you can gohome tomorrow! I am very excited. I have seen everyone’s spirit of reading and I am moved to tears.

Friday: "Areyouhappy?" "Yes, I'mveryhappy!" "Why?" "BecausetodayisFriday, wecangohome." This is our conversation with the teacher in English class. The teacher smiled and was in a good mood. We are even better! I can go home and burst into tears. The last lesson was our most exciting moment, leaving a few minutes left to go to class. Everyone has already been fully armed, and put his feet out of the table. Just go to class and hurry up and run. The class teacher is the same sentence every time - "Ha, still that sentence, pay attention to safety!" The second time is the last person to leave school, the movement is as slow as a snail.

Saturday: Going to play after finishing homework, the spirit is great!

Sunday: The mood is the same as you, and you have to go to school! Hehehe, you old and I said, "The school is a prison." In this case, I can't listen to it.

Winter vacation: It turns out that this is the end of a semester!

Fall semester: The situation is the same as last semester.

Summer vacation: I was alone in a group photo, and I remembered the past. Somehow, there will be a few drops of liquid on the photo, the eyes are a bit moist, probably the naughty bugs ran in.

Advance to a grade: in the Q group of the class teacher to create a class to talk about the land. You said that you used to want to escape from class 194. Now I want to go back in time and return to 194. I said, I like to listen to the boys who are arrogant to say that funny swear words, all smiled and sprayed; I like English teachers to give you nonsense in class, no class...

These are not going back. Accommodation is actually a very happy thing, very happy, very happy...

The second day: the blue sky drifted over the stinky tofu