Chinese Composition - A trip that gave me endless aftertaste

My alma mater gives me endless aftertaste

The paper plane, carrying every bit of my elementary school career, sailed towards the bluest sea.

Elementary school career It has passed by inadvertently, it seems to be what happened yesterday, sometimes clear; sometimes blurry. Every day, carrying a heavy schoolbag, walking into the familiar campus, walking into the warm classroom, sitting at the neat desk, holding the beloved book, Playing the symphony of learning.

The playground of my alma mater is carved with my running footsteps, and the scenes of me chasing and playing with my classmates are shown, filled with our laughter and laughter, and it is still so clear to this day. But Now the playground of the middle school campus no longer has the crazy backs of the students, and our laughter no longer echoes; there are only the figures of the students hurriedly walking into the classroom. Those happy times make me miss them now.

The classroom of our alma mater echoed with the sound of our Lang Lang reading; there were our identical fingerprints on the blackboard. In that warm and harmonious big family, our tears of failure and sweat of success were shed; there We once fought fiercely, each one unwilling to lag behind and worked hard; there we once competed for the honor of the class and cheered for our success. As everyone knows, that big family is dazzling under our decoration. But now, in junior high school, Learning is no longer so easy. Faced with heavy academic work, I just accept it silently, and there is no more. The joy of the past has now quietly disappeared.

The earnest teachings of the elementary school enlightenment teacher, Let me step onto a new level of life step by step. She made me change from ignorance to sensible, from childishness to maturity. She brought me into the palace of literature and let me wander in the ocean of knowledge. Her spring breeze-like smile It’s unforgettable for me.

My playmates in primary school made me feel the preciousness of friendship and were a treasure in my alma mater. He healed the wounds in my soul when I was sad. ; When I was helpless, come and give me comfort and let me see the light again. The joy and simplicity of being with my friends as a child made me endlessly memorable. Those little moments in my alma mater are endlessly memorable, it seems like A cup of strong coffee, savor it carefully, and you will have endless aftertaste.