Those memories that cannot be forgotten

On that day, the sky was gray and slightly stuffy. The teacher in charge of the class could not suppress the sadness of his heart. The voice trembled and said: "In a blink of an eye, you will graduate from the elementary school and you will fly..." Yes, time is like an arrow, time is like shuttle. In a twinkling of an eye, the small gate of the country will be closed. If I am lost, I want to try to grasp something, but I can’t help it. Hey, this bedroom, playground, teaching building, which one did not engrave our childhood memories, printed my happy figure? I can't help but cry out in my heart: "Farewell, my childhood, goodbye, my elementary school life." I silently walked into the dormitory, gently stroking the bed frame infiltrated with incense, hehe! Cut constantly, and it is still chaotic. Don't be in the mood. Speaking of things, the scenes of the past forced me to stop crying.

It was dark and dark, and the leaves were sullen, like who was crying in sorrow. I realized that I seemed to be shaking from the air into the raging fire. Hot, hot! I can't, can't! I struggled desperately. Suddenly a few warm hands held my hand.

Can't forget you, classmates who get along with each other! Can't forget you, a dear teacher! The warmth of the collective and your kind motherly love make me unable to calm down for a long time. In this short six years, I have learned a lot, a lot of insightful life.

There are reopening days for flowers, and there are no more people. Goodbye, I can never forget the elementary school life. I looked at all of this greedily, resolutely head high and walked firmly into the summer sun.

We lay on the balcony and stared at the sky. The breeze gently licked our cheeks and it felt cool. The clouds constantly change their posture, as if they are changing magic. We have been staring at them all the time, for fear that we will miss a wonderful performance if we are not careful.

We each tell the people around us what they have seen, and point them to them, so they are not happy. A little discovery will make us happy and proud.

In this quiet space, only these tender voices have been yelling...

"Look! Sun Wukong!" Suddenly my sister shouted.

"Sun Wukong?" Everyone said in unison.

We all looked at the place that my sister pointed at, and the sight in front of us surprised us. Really, it’s really Sun Wukong.

The 14th Middle School of Wanxiu District, Quzhou, Guangxi: The Braised Pork