Our classroom

English is probably a compulsory course for our 90-year-old children. I don't know what your English class looks like? Let me introduce my English class:

It does not accommodate a large number of people, just a simple 12 people; it, the learning venue is not large, just ordinary 60 square meters; it, ordinary but not mediocre. Every weekend, 10:00 - 11:30, is the most hopeful time of my week, because during this time, there will be 11 friends to accompany me to learn knowledge, listen to my voice, and see me release my heart. They are teachers and classmates who are close to me from the kindergarten age! Calculated, they spend more time with me than with my mom and dad; think about it, the dialogue between them and me is more than the words I and others have said. We have spent 9 years together and will continue in the future...

Together, it is not the relationship between teachers and classmates. The lovely English teacher is like the warmest home in our study. Beside her, there will be no harsh accusations, no frowning brows, and all the overflowing, all sweet and sweet. ". This may be just a small child's words in the eyes of everyone, but in the eyes of our 11 children, these words are far more beautiful than the straightforward "good study." Excellent classmates are like a bridge and a link to my heart. I don't want to tell too many people in my heart. I just like to be buried in a person. When I am happy, I will give it to myself. But they, as if they all have perspective eyes, what I think in my heart, they know it, and there is never a mistake. It is such a happy little family, that is, a group of friends and family members who are in love with each other. When we are together, we can talk about astronomy and geography, and from time to time, we will also 'sunburn' our own life for a week.

This small family, like all families in the world, will also have a dispute: there will be two partners who quarrel because of the collision of pencil cases and pencil cases; there will be several children who will provoke others because of the cynicality in the class. Dissatisfaction; there will be some bitterness of the teacher, so that the children can not understand for a while; there will be some parents who do not know, misunderstand the teacher and our 'spiritual game' ... but all this will not break our home, but instead Like a layer of tape, we bind tightly and not together. I am very happy and very fortunate. I did not separate from them when I graduated from kindergarten. I am also very proud and proud. I have a weekend class like a warm home.

There are countless things, stupid things, serious things, and cute things between us. There are countless counts and no way to go. It’s like a river branch. When you go, you will remember... We will be in the English class. Friends open a birthday party, and then make themselves face cake cream, hurt to be treated by others like aliens; we will perform in the English class for everyone to explain the boring, no one will be shy, all are subversive images Unleash the true self, or it can be said to be the true color; we will quietly prepare holiday gifts for the teachers in the English class, because the music cups given to the teachers will not sound, and we will find the business theory one by one; we will The English class plays the most popular "Thunder Man Statement", so that the aunt who sent the newspaper thought that we are all "little madmen"; we will be in the English class...

This fertile soil will be open to us every weekend, just us and only us;

This big family will always touch our hearts. This feeling is only us and only belongs to us;

This small class that lets us flow through tears, laugh out of the nose, play with sore legs, and be mad at me is the most beautiful memory of our life, forever and ever!

Belong to us, only belong to us...