Time flies, time is passing. The wind chimes of the years echoed in the campus. In a blink of an eye, six years of primary school life is coming to an end. Every time I think of it, my heart is like a rough sea, which can't be calm for a long time. I was filled with deep thoughts, and many beautiful memories came into my eyes in an instant: we left a vigorous heroism on the sports field; The sound of our reading reverberates in the Chinese class; The campus has been chased back by us ..... These miniature of life will remain in my memory forever.

"We have grown up!" We have really grown up. I remember the singing contest not long ago. We won the first prize and clapped wildly in the classroom. We are worried about the tug of war. For various reasons, we lost. Outside, in the classroom, someone was crying. I believe that failure is the mother of success, and the next success must belong to us! Here, we laughed; We cried; We tried; We have paid, and our love for "home" will turn into seeds and be nourished by the soil. I believe it will blossom and bear fruit here. Not long ago, I read some poems about remembering elementary school on a website:

Always with a curious heart, doing the most beautiful daydream about this world ring.

Forever, on a ship with sincere spring dreams, sailing in childhood dreams.

Forever, stepping on the passionate sunset, walking quietly in the beautiful dusk.

In my memory, I will always leave a beautiful and unforgettable primary school life.

Here, always remember the past, think about the present and dream about the future. ...

Under the "teaching" of my alma mater, I have gained knowledge and friendship ... I don't have much time here From my youngest first-grade child to my sixth-grade sister, I seized the last two months, visited the campus, visited teachers and classmates, and cherished every day now. Time is gone forever, and I will always remember it.

Wandering in the quiet corridor, leaning against the wall, it seems that there is still our reading sound in the class; The playground also echoed with our laughter; Our loud slogan still lingers on campus, and every place makes me unforgettable. ...

Walking on the playground, I heard a familiar voice: "I knit, I knit, I knit a flower basket. There are children in the basket, one year old, two years old, three or four years old, five years old, six years old, seven or eight years old ..." A tear dropped into my heart. ...