The school gave me happiness

The drizzle drizzled the campus with a layer of gauze, making the original beautiful campus even more attractive. School is my second home, a home that brings me warmth, happiness and happiness. Spring of sensibility.

The spring is bright and the school's biological garden is full of vitality. Peach blossom, gently bloom. The soft petals and the enticing floral scent make me enchanted. Green grass, like jade. The graceful willow tree has taken out the tender sprouts. Out of the biological garden, I am refreshed. The school's biological garden brought me happiness.

Hot summer. The sun is shining brightly. The summer sun is always so glaring, people can't open their eyes. The playground is covered with trees and looks far away. When running on the playground, sweating, my friend's piece of paper, a bottle of water, gave me the most pure touch. That piece of paper, a bottle of water, is included, isn’t it the friend’s most sincere friendship to me? Back to the classroom, my heart is tidal. When I was moved, I was happy to have such a friend.

The fruit of autumn. When the flying red leaves turn into a bird's eye, the fall carries the golden figure that is covered with it. I am immersed in the joy of harvest. Holding a test paper with excellent results in my hand, I recalled countless struggle nights, recalling the teacher’s deep teachings to me... I remember that I was still dissatisfied with the teacher. Recalling myself at the time, it was really ridiculous. I always regarded the care and teaching of my teachers and parents as a whisper, and refused their kindness to me. How uncomfortable it was at that time! In the autumn of fruit, I understand that only after hard training can you succeed. I am happy for this little success from sweat.

Winter of contemplation. The winter came quietly, and the trees in the school were still green. Because there is happiness.

Standing under the tree, I meditated. Recalling the joy of being on the campus. How beautiful life on campus is! The past events are vivid. I am immersed in happy memories. In winter, it is the season when animals and plants are waiting for rebirth. I am thinking about how to fight next year. I am thinking... waiting for next year. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, I was sad at school, but more often I was happy. The teacher's teachings, the classmates' greetings, like a bunch of sunshine, warm my heart. The life of the school is happy and happy. I love school, love this home that brings me warmth, happiness and happiness.

Guangdong Qiuchang Center, Guangdong Province, sixth grade: Huang Shencheng