Anyone who has been through a book steeply can not forget the atmosphere of the school reunion. To me, the opening day is always a beautiful memory. That's my birthday too. In the past, life was so difficult that it was often the day we started new school and new clothes. Students rush to school to attend the opening ceremony after a lively summer, why do I feel the enthusiasm of today than it is today.
The first day I went to class one too. It seems like sometime in the year or sixth of September, I do not remember much anymore. I just remember it was a late autumn, sky high in bright yellow sunshine. The autumn of my hometown is special - autumn Central - not cold as in the North or too hot as in the South. It is sweet and light. The right time to make people easy to remember. Is this the reason for autumn is the school's first season? From early on, she woke me up, preparing everything so refined. I do not bother to wake up as usual. The serious but serious atmosphere of the family makes me feel that today is a very important day, even though I really did not understand the meaning of it.
My suitcase, baggy suitcase, my mother's carrying me and me to school. Along the way, we meet the boys, girls of the same age. The boys are all bewildered look upstream and their faces are a little scared. Often when I see something that looks strange, I would like to explore and learn it. Perhaps that makes the start of the school for me special, like a strange adventure. Right in the opening ceremony, all eyes were on the first class students make me feel very proud. Where only me, many friends in front of you, chest puff out, you face is very serious expression that the mouth is laughing head shot. Then a fifth-grade sister as commander-in-chief of the whole school sang the national anthem. We all sang very loudly. I imagined myself to be a small soldier standing in an ominous cavalry cavalry chase away the giants that every night she kept telling stories in fairy tales. Congratulations to the flag, we read the letters of the President's birthday. This made me gradually realize the importance of learning more than before. Next came the drumming of the headmaster. How gentle and kindhearted the master is. You are like a big daddy of hundreds of students who are sitting here. The drumstick goes up "Tung! Tung! Tears! "Sounded eagerly for a new school year. Then the colorful balloons were dropped in the sky. At that time, I had the feeling that I was flying, flying in a sea of new knowledge, as a student coming to me made me extremely proud. It made me feel like I was growing up not because the past few days were a few centimeters taller than my subconscious even though I was only six years old.
