Content of handwritten newspaper for primary school students' celebration

The reddish season, the tenth anniversary is a grand birthday, and the invitation is revealed in the autumn wind.

A gentle breeze passed by, and the sunshine spread like a pink carpet from the horizon to the somewhat faded school road. I walked on the school road and felt like a deep red strawberry, innocent.

In the reddish dome, in a purple cloud, the love between you and my classmates is so fresh.

You are like a blazing spark from generate, drawing a beautiful arc trajectory in my life, dragging a brilliant beam of light, dancing in my mind forever like beautiful long feathers.

Open the photo album and freeze the picture. We used to be happy.

In the gorgeous time surrounded by you and me, our hands are overlapping, intertwined with dreams and fetters, and smiles and tears are exchanged between you and me. Laughing at the flow of seasons, I suddenly found that overlapping hands must be separated and pushed open the door of their dreams. How many times can I see your happy smile? How many times can I be frivolous with you?

In the courage and strength you gave me, I will bravely cross the endless seasons and look for the rainbow leading to tomorrow.

However, at this time, I can't and I don't want to see the change of seasons. I used to have fun with you: chasing and playing on the tree-lined path in the garden, sweating under the wide court basket, and arguing endlessly in the spacious and bright classroom. ...

Friendship is like a bud in bud,

I want to sing for his blooming,

I hope this song can reach your ears,

Make a wish to the sky,

I hope we can never be separated.

In this season of trouble and falling leaves, at this fiftieth anniversary celebration, let's improvise the joy of harmony, happy melody, fluttering skirts and spinning shoes. Thank the school for convening this meeting.

There is a fragrance in the campus, and the crisp sound of guzheng spreads far away. This is an eternal spring, and I am addicted to it.

The feeling of classmates here is, "the bottom of the flower is singing and the green wall is winding";

The teachers and students here feel that "plum blossoms are fragrant, peaches and plums are spring breeze";

The campus life here is "green and beautiful, camellia is red".

Everything here, freely and wantonly contaminated with the air, has become beautiful.

Xiaxia, slowly changing, draws a deep red ribbon; The wind, blowing gently, is the most beautiful melody in the world; The falling leaves sent an invitation.

Everything here is sending a little blessing to the celebration of the school-may the school's tomorrow be better.