my alma mater

When the first rays of the morning sun hit the campus, the campus was exceptionally quiet. Looking out from the school gate to the school, the roses in the flower beds, with a few crystal clear dew. The row of willow trees, under the cover of the clouds, seems to be a vine. It makes you feel like you are walking into the world of fairy tales.

The roses in the flower beds opened, and the clouds in the air gradually dispersed. With the rhythm of the bells, the campus sounded like a loud campus. The campus is still so beautiful.

After class, the children ran out of the classroom. Like a big magic scorpion, flying out of a group of small angels. On the playground, on the side of the flower bed, the children’s hearty laughter is everywhere.

Those children, like our childhood, love to run, laugh, and love, and the alma mater is still full of laughter and laughter, full of vigor and full of warmth.

She made me feel a little warm. The alma mater is like a kind mother, watching us grow up. Now I am coming to my alma mater again, just like a child in the distance going home to see his mother.

My alma mater, goodbye. My eyes gradually blurred, and I left my alma mater with that grief.

A sixth grade of chemical industry in Longgang District, Huludao, Liaoning: Gu Jinwei