I remember when I first entered school, most of my classmates didn't know each other. At first, I even forgot my name. In this strange environment, I also made many jokes. I remember being late for school once and rushing to the teaching building without looking at the sign on the door. I pushed the door and rushed in. I was dumbfounded as soon as I entered the classroom door, teacher-strange face! Classmate-strange face! Look at me with the same strange eyes, and my head is big when I cry. Oh, no! I went to the wrong classroom! I clumsily opened the door and ran away ... that embarrassment is still fresh in my memory.
From aoe to prose, narration and Tang poetry, I listened to Mr. Zhang's poetic explanation in The World of Chinese and realized the unique and beautiful artistic conception of literature. From the simple Arabic numeral 123 to the linear equation of xy, I was also fascinated by Mr. Zhu's step-by-step thinking in math class, and I gradually liked this learning life of preaching and solving doubts. We have been tested and trained many times in the process of memorizing, writing and calculating. Finally, I ushered in the mid-term exam of the last school year. I'm not nervous in the face of the unified examination in the county. On the contrary, I have a feeling of excitement because I am fully prepared. When I got the test paper, I was very practical. A series of numbers and lines of words kept flowing from my pen to the test paper, and I really realized that "reading is broken."
There is learning and fun. In the spacious playground, we run, do exercises, play games and enjoy our virginity. The most unforgettable thing is a tug of war. After screening, Class One and Class Two finally became the final competitors. There is a bright red ribbon tied in the middle of the long rope, and the small players on both sides of the two white lines are all full of energy. Fortunately, I am one of them. I only heard a beep. The game has begun. I grabbed the rope tightly with my hand and shouted with my friends to pull it to my side. The cheerleaders next to me were even more lively, shaking my hand and almost screaming. In the voice of "Come on, come on, come on ……", our morale is even higher. After several dangerous struggles, the red ribbon finally moved to our side. We only heard a "plop" and all of us fell down. We immediately stood up, jumped up and shouted, "We won!" "We won!" ……
Unconsciously, my primary school life is coming to an end. I will bid farewell to my teacher and my familiar alma mater and start a new study life. I have unspeakable attachment and disappointment in my heart. I think, no matter where I go, colorful primary school life will always be the best memory in my heart. I love you! My alma mater! My primary school life!