Written to me --12 years old

12 years old, a distant number. The sign of the end of childhood, bid farewell to the symbol of the alma mater, the symbol of the upcoming growth; once longed to be like a small bean, can have a sunny childhood; like the English, there is a happy childhood. But in the end everything is just a daydream.

Get up in the morning, look out the window, everything is just like waking up, I am carrying a school bag to the school. The trees on both sides of the street are already very tall; some people are getting enough eucalyptus flowers! After class, a ray of sunshine also came in through the gaps in the window! Just falling on my desk, I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, despite the little bacteria in the sun and other things.

At noon, the sweat dripped down the face, and Nana and I went hand in hand on the asphalt road and could not help but block the sun that hates people. At the same time, we must be separated. I can’t bear it. She, she can't bear me, we are all together, and they reluctantly leave. At this time, I saw a sun shining on the leaves, standing in the shade of the trees, feeling much cooler, but when I saw that the leaves were illuminated by the sun, I suddenly realized that 喔--summer Come, my childhood is over, I look up, the glare of the sun is also stabbing my 12-year-old memories.

Sixth grade: 薏薴