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On the first day of kindergarten, the crying made me go crazy. Diary

About kindergarten, those memories are vague. In my impression, I vaguely remember: it was in front of my grandma’s house, a small yard, a high fence, and some weeds.

At my grandma’s house, I could often hear the cries of children coming from the courtyard. Therefore, I was filled with a sense of fear about everything in the yard. I was afraid that my mother would send me to kindergarten, that the crying would turn into my crying. However, that day finally came. It was also on that day that I set a record for skipping school.

When I heard that I was going to kindergarten, I cried and made a fuss at home and refused to leave! Unexpectedly, my mother actually dragged me to kindergarten and lectured me while walking: "You have to cry when you go to school." , let people laugh to death!" I thought so, wipe away my tears first, and then think of a way to escape when I get to school.

I came to school. The teacher welcomed me warmly and the students were happy to play games with me. At this time, the thought of "truanting" had long been forgotten. Dangdang, class is on! I was so excited that I sat down in my seat. The teacher brought a few cards and taught us to read "people, mouth, hands..." The students all followed the teacher with gusto. But I was not happy at this time. I could read these simple words when I was 3 years old! I was lying on the table, wondering how to play hooky... Haha, the time had come. I saw the teacher turned around and was about to write a paragraph, so I took advantage of this moment and kept silent. He quietly opened the back door of the classroom and walked out of the classroom quietly. (Behind the classroom is my grandma’s house). Success! I cheered and went straight to my grandma's house... Later, my mother found out about this, and she was angry and laughing...

I gradually grew up, and it was time to go to elementary school. age. Different from kindergarten, I am full of curiosity and yearning for primary school life.

Our school is very big, with three green teaching buildings, two lawns, a century-old osmanthus tree, a wide playground, and a large patch of small weeds beside the playground... …Everything here attracts me deeply. Since then, I have been with them for six years.

I heard from adults that the students in our class are very lucky because the best math teacher in the school, Teacher Bai, teaches us. We all like him! He is fat, short, and has a pair of eyes hanging on the bridge of his nose. When we saw him for the first time, the whole class laughed, but Teacher Bai just looked at us in confusion. Teacher Bai is not fierce, but we are all in awe of him. Because the way he loves is unique. I remember one time, I had a question that I couldn't understand, so I asked Teacher Bai. After the teacher explained it, he pinched my face and said, "That's right, just ask if you don't understand!" But I felt very awkward. Some teachers praised their students by pinching their faces! Later I found out that Teacher Bai was like this. He had been teaching for more than ten years, and all the students he taught were loved by him in this way.

When I entered elementary school, I had a strong sense of collective honor. Every student in our class is like this. Every exam, every competition, every outstanding dormitory competition, our class always takes first place. All these made the class teacher smile. The head teacher is not young, but she gets along very well with us. She is like our friend, and she is there wherever we are.

The beautiful campus makes me miss primary school life even more. In spring, we sit in the weeds and fly kites; in summer, we "hang monkeys" on the parallel bars; in autumn, we endorse books under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree; in winter, we lie on the lawn and feel the sunshine.

Here, we grow up happily. The six years of primary school life are like a novel, with waves and waves, climaxes and peace.

Now that I am a junior high school student, the title of "child" is far away from me, and I can only cherish the beautiful memories left in my childhood... …