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I am in the sixth grade.

The sixth grade is so far out of reach for the first grade; the sixth grade is so full of novelty for me in the second grade; the sixth grade is so attractive to me in the third grade; The grade is so full of expectations for me in the fourth grade; the sixth grade is so cute to me in the fifth grade... However, the sixth grade is a tense stage for me, a terror term. However, there will always be a joy and excitement, because it proves that I have grown up and my reading dreams are getting closer! Looking back, I always hope that one day I will become a big brother of the sixth grade, because at that time, I think that the big brother of the sixth grade is tall, and in their eyes, we are just a group of ignorant children. It’s different now. Being a sixth-grade big brother is no longer a dream. It has become a reality. As I grow older, I have changed my previous childish and childlike thoughts. In our eyes, the lower grades It’s what we admire, they are whimsical, they are endless, they are at ease... and we, the burden on our shoulders is getting heavier and weighed, we can’t stand it; parents’ expectations for us are getting more and more High, making us breathless. I once hated classmates with poor grades. I think they would bring me down. I used to hate jokes. I think they are incoherent... But now, I think students with bad grades need help, I don’t have the power to hate. They; I think the classmates who are joking are cute. If there is no joke, how come the laughter in the class? I once thought that the exam was purely for coping; the good grades were only for the praise of the teachers' parents... But now, I think the exam is to test your learning outcomes. It is a reward to get good grades, which means you have learned the knowledge! In the class, I am a lively little boy, and a strange face is now deeply imprinted in my heart. The noise of the classmates and the reprimand of the teacher sounded like a beautiful music now, because it means that the students love each other, the teacher cares about the classmates; everything on campus I think it is a treasure, because they accompany me. I spent five full spring and autumn. I hope that during this year, I will try to climb the book mountain, and I will go to school and play a wonderful me. I will paint a colorful stroke for my colorful childhood and draw a perfect ending for my elementary school career. I have a flat road in my middle school!

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