Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I changed from a babbling child to a knowledgeable sixth-grade student. Looking back, I not only recalled the long and very short primary school time in the past. Spring flowers and autumn moon, flowers bloom and flowers fall, looking for the taste of that year in the place where maple leaves fall and dreams fall ... We talked about the small mistakes I made in my junior grade and the embarrassing things some naughty boys did in my class, and we laughed happily. Later, I talked about my future ideal with great interest. I still remember when the teacher kept smiling at me. It was a smile of admiration and appreciation, as unforgettable as the sunset in early summer. Now that I think about it, I really miss it.