An essay

This is a special and beautiful day. Facing the refreshing morning breeze, I stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar campus, and I was filled with emotion.

Everything is still the same as before. The familiar school bell echoes in my ears at 8 o'clock. I open a brand new book and it is another long semester.

The first day of school is always fresh in my memory, and the excited heartbeat has not calmed down yet. This day is always beautiful. It means that we have grown up again and it is time to strive for new goals. Seeing the friendly smiling faces of my classmates and teachers, I couldn't help but feel ripples in my heart. Looking at the unfamiliar book, a curiosity sprouted from the bottom of my heart, and my interest in learning was somehow stronger than black coffee. On this day, no uncivilized behavior was seen in the school. Everyone followed the rules, maybe trying their best to protect the gorgeous flower in their hearts! When the sound of reading echoed over the campus, the bright five-star red flag was even more dazzling.

The first day of school was also sour. When I thought of waving goodbye to the happy vacation, the sour taste suddenly came to my heart. Yes, when you carry that heavy schoolbag on your shoulders, and from the moment you step into the campus, freedom and joy disappear without a trace like a passing cloud of smoke. During school, you may often hear praise, but more often you will hear criticism. Everyone loves vanity, who doesn’t want to be recognized by everyone? But the more this happens, the more you have to pay. It’s not surprising that you go out early and come home late every day, burning the midnight oil to read. The most uncomfortable thing is having to go to class hungry every day. Despite this, you still have to study hard, or you may have to receive a bad lesson from teachers and parents. All bad things happened. Thinking of all this, tears can't help but roll in my eyes... The first day of school is always the beginning of our "end of the world"!