School taste

The campus is where we dream of setting sail. In this home garden, the students spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter together, sour and bitter. Looking at the blue sky and the white clouds, I can't help but recall the past of the campus...

acid

Sitting in a familiar classroom, the scent of flowers around the campus, the dancing butterflies, and the grassy grass are wonderful, but we don’t appreciate it. After all, we are not children. This year is a student of the graduating class of the National Elementary School. It shoulders the expectations of the family and the teacher’s embarrassment. The classmates are squinting with tired eyes and concentrating on lectures. There can be no slightest scorn. Oh... sour!

sweet

Learning is sour and embarrassing, but after all, efforts still pay off. In a burst of applause, my eyes smiled, my mouth gently provoked, and my face showed a sweet little dimple. Looking at the golden glory in the hands of the sun, I am happy to open the flowers. When you think of writing a pen every day, you have to write a draft first, then modify it and then copy it to the text. "Models, essays, excellent essays! Haha! My grades are constantly improving." My heart is not generally happy.

bitter

"Study the sea without a bitterness!" Although we have small achievements, we also need to work hard. Everyone has entered a sweet dream, but I still face English letters, digital tutorials, Chinese characters and sisters in the sea of ​​knowledge...

hot

"Hey, it’s a good test! It’s in the top. Haha...” Several naughty classmates in our class are around me. My face rises like a big apple. Looking at the bright red 90 points on the test paper, the teacher echoed the criticism of the teacher: "Yes. Keep up the good work!" Self-blame, remorse, and sadness poured into my heart and made me breathless.

The campus is a thick book, to be deeply tasted. The book is full of ups and downs, laughter, tears, and we have learned a lot in the process of reading, and gained a lot... I looked up, looked into the distance, wiped away the tears, after all, it was a sunny day after the storm, a rainbow, a beautiful future. !

Fourth grade: 18874151572003