If I can do another national football

In just six years, when it was shot, it disappeared without a trace. In retrospect, it staged a moving "movie." . . . . .

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In the past, the singer-song dance, the vibrant school was so strange in my eyes, although it was close at hand, it was far away. . . . . .

I met with many of my companions here, we laughed, jumped, ran, and the past, like a movie, appeared in my mind. There is an impulse in the speechless: If I can make another small student, it will be fine! My parents were stunned and asked me in incoherent tone. It was strange that the daughter who had been too slow in time had wanted to be a national student again. I smiled and answered them: "I can't bear the teachers and classmates here. I can't bear the campus that has lived for six years!" It was silent. . . . . .

Teacher Fang, this once strange name, suddenly became clear in my third year, not only that, but also almost my mantra. When she saw her for the first time, she gave me a very quiet impression: she stood at a table and gave each of our classmates a beautiful smile. The smile seemed to be acquainted and quite affectionate. She told us that she was surnamed and taught mathematics. These words are immortalized in my little heart, and I will never go away.

I will always remember that she bent down and picked up the milk box thrown by the classmates; remember that when we made mistakes, her eloquent teachings; remembering her happy smile when we achieved good results. . . . . . In the days I met with her, I read her heart: understand her rigor, understand her tolerance, understand her hard work, and understand her happy smile. . . . . .

I met Zheng Ying with me here. She was studying in the classroom at that time, I looked at her and thought she was so cute! If we can play together, how good it is! Thinking, someone patted me on the shoulder: "Go, go play!" I sighed and ran to the playground, still not forgetting to shed a ray of light behind me. . . . . . Later, I heard people say that she is Zheng Ying, I think: This name is really nice! Somehow, we became friends inexplicably, then, really happy!

The hurricane was bitter and rainy, and the fall finally came. I started school. She was in the second class. I was in the same class. In the end, there was still a wall. In my heart - so uncomfortable! However, things suddenly turned around: "What? Five-year shifts, really? Great!" I learned an exciting thing from the population. Summer finally arrived in my earnest hope.

I may be in a class with her next semester, I think so. The facts are exactly what I want. . . . . .

During this period of school, I tasted all the flavors in the “Five Flavors” – sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Even so, I am still keeping my personality, because I will not change for anything. Just, everything here makes me fall in love. . . . . .