Time is really fast, unconsciously from ylq's blog

Time is really fast, unconsciously, we have lived on this familiar home for six years. Every day, there are friendly teachers and classmates to accompany me to spend Newport Cigarettes Coupons, and the boring learning life suddenly becomes more colorful, adding a fun. Now I think of my life in school for the past six years. I feel like I am tasting a very special food, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Every cultivation of the school, the teacher has carefully cultivated and learned a lot of useful knowledge, many of which make sense of life. Getting along with my classmates made me learn the preciousness of friendship Marlboro Cigarettes, the importance of having a sincere friend, and the six-year harvest that gave me a lifetime. Every year, the teachers and classmates witnessed me, witnessed my changes, and witnessed my efforts for the ideal. However, every year's change is very important to me, so I will not forget all of this. What impressed me should be the first year of imagination and the fourth grade of confi I am, just the day I stepped into school. The tender hands clasped the parents' clothes, and the small body shyly hid behind the parents and walked into the campus in a small step. The mood is so tense, so curious about everything strange, full of imagination. I still remember that at that time, the school gate was engraved with a large "Huizhou Fifth Elementary School", and many trophies were still on the school gate. When you walked into the campus, the few trees that were leafy were introduced. They should have several years of age. Their existence symbolizes the growth of the school. Although the big tree has fallen because of the accident, this does not mean that the school will fall down. It will take the expectations of the tree and better educate the students. The red flag on the stage is flying high in the air. I can't help but stand up. I am going to be a young pioneer. I have to learn for it, glory for the school, and glory for the country. When my parents handed our hand to the teacher, my heart was so practical, because I trusted the teacher, and I clearly understood that the teacher had to give him all his hard work and all the experience in the past six yeampetition in the fourth grade Marlboro Gold. It was that game that made me interested in writing and full of confidence. After class, I was called to the office by the teacher. The teacher said with full expectation: "There is an essay competition, which was held in December Marlboro Gold Pack. The teacher chose you to participate. Now we only have one month of struggle, you write one every day. The composition is for me, I will help you to correct it, and I will go to school every day Carton Of Newports, and we will change it together.�� In this short month, the teacher went home late at school, stayed in the office and modified the composition with me, and the teacher changed. I��m talking about some writing skills with me. Looking at the full-page red-hot essay, I found out that the teacher put all his hopes on me, and all I can do is to have a good game. A month's effort exchanged for the second prize, in exchange for a brilliant smile from the teacher, in exchange for my confidence in writing. Since that game, I started to like writing. I feel that through writing, we can express our inner thoughts and express our suggestions for society. I think if it is not the teacher's trust in me, maybe I am still a stupid student who writes a mad head, a student who hates writing. The fourth grade game will make me love my work, which is already in my mind.