No, my alma mater

I am already thirteen years old this year. The six-year national life is coming to an end. I am also about to enter another ocean of knowledge---the country. However, I will never forget you - my alma mater.

My school is called the Central Elementary School. His name may not be so gorgeous, but every inch of land here has witnessed the growth of our students. I still remember here, I put on my uniform for the first time; I remember that here I put on my red scarf for the first time. I still remember here, I played with my classmates and played together...

That piece of tender face, a naive discourse, as if it was yesterday. Alma mater! You have witnessed our growth. At the starting line of life, you impart knowledge to our little birds that have not yet grown wings, and become the second home of our little birds who are eager to learn.

Here, you let the kind-hearted teacher carefully point out our mistakes. Therefore, on the path of the alma mater, we have already filled the footsteps we used to marry.

Here, because of you, you and me, who are not familiar with them, have come together - they have formed our great collective. From then on, we are no longer strangers. But brothers and sisters without blood. On the playground full of footprints, we were filled with laughter like our silver bells.

Here, our original young children have faded away from the childishness and armed their ignorance with the knowledge they have learned from here. Now, we are about to graduate, the teacher’s kind teaching, the innocence of the classmates, will soon be a memory. However, our current parting is just for a better future, my alma mater, bless us! Our students will not let you down!

No, my alma mater.

Sixth grade: Pan Meiyue