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Memories of a Bright School |
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Unknowingly, I stepped through the gates of the bright school. I couldn't help
but think that once I entered these gates, I would become a student of the
light. As I looked around the campus, I could smell the fragrant flowers and
hear the chirping of birds. My mood shifted from happiness to excitement. I knew
I would spend the next three years here in the light, and I was determined to
enjoy every moment.
I climbed to the second floor and entered my classroom. My classmates were full
of endless jokes, and each face left a deep impression on me. Every smile was
filled with excitement, and I couldn't help but feel energized.
On the first day of class, my classmates still came with their excited smiles.
The teacher spoke nonstop, and although some students whispered to each other,
they knew they were wrong. The teacher started with classroom discipline, what
to write, and so on. I felt that every teacher in the light school was punctual,
and when the bell rang, the teacher would say "class dismissed" even if the
lesson was halfway done. I found it strange that elementary school teachers
liked to drag the class, but middle school teachers did not. Maybe it was
because elementary school teachers were different from middle school teachers!
For the next three years, the light school was where I was destined to be. I
cherished the happy times spent with my classmates. Our friendship was precious,
and no matter where we went, we would come back to our alma mater where we spent
three wonderful years. Thinking back on the memories of the bright school, every
student will work hard to study and reach new heights. Let's go, classmates! |
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