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2004 years, my back was a brand new bag, went into the new school campus, into the unknown class, .2010 to a new life, the old bag that I am going back out I miss the primary school , out of the class I love, goodbye my favorite students.
in the first grade class, the teacher is said hello to us, to know each other, I met my classmate - is always better than I Qi Shanshan one centimeter high. Li is very gentle [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], always the smallest school will not take care of our tiny, little thing is a big thing to find her, for our class, LI teacher is tough, as we do not toe the line, just like Yang struck the table with a ruler, like love, are several to knock off, and curse when the curly hair suddenly swelled up and horrible. The first time we monitor - better than I am short of Huang Rong, a small figure, always standing on the podium screaming out loud, was a bully Nguyen Deasy would freak.
group of the classroom in three years, a teacher is God's lectures Jinhui together - the king is always shorter than my teacher. Wang thin and small, wearing a pair of glasses, dignified and full. Wang does not curse, but she and our reasoning, there is always like being scolded, like a nose a tear. To the third grade, our class of six girls married sisters, formed his own secret garden - Haiyin Nanyuan. Where there are traces we have left us with laughter, but also left us with memories. Secret Garden is as before, and we never go back together there.
in the fifth grade class's forum, has just given birth near a lovely young mother, wore a small curly hair, and spoke of the philosophy of life - such as the Chiang mother. Chiang did not like the curse, but we did something wrong, she out of fear, worry, and then will Huoqi Da that sound larger. Chiang like the mother, not me in the praise, but her strict, her love, her tolerance, her smile, her anxious [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and her nagging, are deeply let me in mind. The mother is an old woman, one thing always nagging several times, since only a little wind to rush us to wear clothes, no clothes must be put on for the job will not give up do not wear le.
six students per class in front of the wall, hung with smiling faces, laughing and joking the way it really memorable. We grew up a lot, we learned to respect, learn tolerance, learn to live, learn for the sake of others, but also learned a man, a down to earth, respectable people. Grew up a lot, I learned to the younger kids, called my sister more and more people, as long as people call my sister, I feel proud, because in the past but someone else take care of me, and now I have the ability to take care of someone else . We now, more will treasure the friendship, cherish the hard-won affection, gently guarding it, surrounded it with laughter.
time, such as water, gone. Six years of primary school life was so fleeting. Moment about the separation of the face, the face of my favorite teachers, students face my most beloved, but I could not say how Happy time is so short, I stayed at the last second, often wonder if we can hang out, but as the law of the time, I had to leave school for six years of life [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], leaving only fond memories of ... ...
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