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Days are consumed by time, and in the vortex of time, there is a memory of those forgotten memories. In preparatory department on the first floor was once very spread that yet we strongly lang lang to home, national under the teacher's water, we from young children grew up, but in the teacher's eyes, we are still children.
Year after year, time is in the "destiny compass" flow, new environment is meeting us constantly. At that moment in the hand of the book, time seemed to pass away, and the memory of the memory was scattered, laughing and sobbing. It's always accompanied by this sour stock.
Primary school life gradually to drain away from the fingers, it is like a book of intangible, the image of the characterization of our primary school life, until the sixth grade, the literal shu inside seem to be thin, it is very thick thick, but always can't avoid the ravages of time, we always seem to be particularly vulnerable, in which seems to be touched will become to a pulp, waiting for us only to leave, the innocence of childhood was a little bit of time to cut pieces, pieces, only disappear.
The weather-beaten campus has seen through us all, past footprints, bruises, frustrations...
One, two, three... One by one I counted, those precious articles, knowledge treasure like amber deposits in underground in one thousand, with not only books in the bookcase, and instructing teachers work wholeheartedly.
The campus is our home, the new beginning, the new beginning is here and the end...
译文
日子不断被时间吞噬，在时间的漩涡中，总蕴藏着被那些遗忘的回忆。在小学部一楼曾经传来我们那一声声铿锵有力的朗朗读书声，在老师心血的浇灌下，我们从稚嫩的孩童渐渐长大，但在老师眼里，我们还是孩子。
一年又一年，时间在“命运罗盘”中流，新的环境在不断迎接着我们。在那手持书本的一瞬间，时光似乎回逝从前，脑海里全是零零散散的记忆碎片，欢笑声，哭泣声中。总是伴随这一股股酸涩。
小学的生活渐渐从指缝中流走，它像是一本无形书，形象的刻画着我们的小学生活，直到六年级，里面的字面俞显得稀薄，它很厚很厚，但是总是避免不了时光的摧残，身在其中的我们总是显得特别脆弱，似乎一触动就会变得体无完肤，等待着我们的只剩离别，童年的天真被时间一点点地割碎，碎片呢，只有消失不见。
饱经风霜的校园看透了我们的一切，经过的足迹，伤痕，坎坷…
一本，两本，三本……我一本一本地数着，那些宝贵的文章、知识宝藏犹如千年琥珀蕴藏在地下，书柜里塞满的不仅仅是书，还有老师呕心沥血的教诲。
校园是我们的家，新的开始，新的起点在这儿启程，也在这里终结… |
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发表于 2021-2-25 07:05:30
