September is a harvest season. Everything seems so harmonious. People are busy working in the fields. Busy September seems to be getting shorter and shorter. I, in this harvest season, smell faint fragrance and listen to the sound of reading, walked into my high school campus. As soon as I entered the main hall, a strong academic atmosphere came to my face. Elegant piano and quaint globe set off a solemn and elegant atmosphere, just like our attitude towards study and research.
There is a spacious corridor around the main hall. Walking in it is like walking through an endless cultural corridor, showing the dribs and drabs of our campus life. Walking along this corridor, those are my favorite classes-1class and class 5, which is also the beginning of my high school life.