Now that I am an adult, I am a 7th grader - the second year of junior high school. But never, I forget the memories of the first day of school in Grade One. Especially when autumn is coming, my heart is fluttering, fluttering, the memories are light but rich and profound. That morning, a beautiful morning. The clouds drifted carelessly in the air. The wind gently blew around the trees by the roadside. The yellow leaves circled a few times in the air, then gently touched the ground with the wind... Rustling... Just like every day of the previous year, my mother still took me to kindergarten in this beautiful old car. . But today was different. It all changed dramatically. From the sky to the tree or the roadside house, everything seems to change. I feel like that. And suddenly realized that, in my heart, there seemed to be a certain feeling, indescribable. I feel like I'm changing, to enter another magical world, bigger, more beautiful but also stranger. Finally, the gate of the elementary school appeared before my eyes. It's so big! I looked at the gate in surprise. Inside, people are gathering in large numbers, talking and laughing. And also sporadically a few girls and boys about my age, clutching the hand of their loved one and only timidly looking around themselves. I hold my mother's hand, step by step, slowly. After that, a teacher with long, black hair, wearing a flowing, gentle ao dai walked up to us and said: "Today is your first day of first grade, try to study hard. Thank you to the parents who are interested in educating the young generation!" Parents clapped their hands and then whispered something to their children. You line up in front of the door and get ready to go to class. I was surprised. A gentle hand grasped my shoulder and pushed me toward where you were standing. I don't understand why I'm still bewildered and scared, I have to leave my mother... I burst into tears, right in the middle of the crowd. The teacher came down, took my hand, led me into the class, and led me to my seat. I stopped crying and looked at her and the children around me. Then suddenly I found that I was no longer afraid. A new feeling swept over me. I feel like I'm mature, grown-up. I crossed my arms on the desk, opened my notebook, and took out a pencil to write the first lesson of 7th grade.

The first day of school I miss the most．It was a warm summer sunny day．The sunlight penetrating the leaves looked fanciful．Because I am a new student， when entering the school it feels very strange．Standing for a while， a ninth-grader accidentally hit me with an eagle．At that time I felt very shy and scared， everyone looked at me．I couldn’t hold back my tears， I started to cry．Suddenly a warm hand was comforting me．Looking back， it’s the teacher．The teacher told the ninth grade brother to apologize to me．I thanked her and went in to receive the class．It was a memorable back-to-school session for me.

Dịch

Ngày tựu trường đầu tiên Ɩà ngày mà tôi nhớ nhất．Đó Ɩà một buổi nắng mùa hè ấm áp．Ánh nắng xuyên qua những kẽ lá nhìn lung linh huyền ảo．Vì tôi Ɩà học sinh mới nên khi bước ѵào trường thì cảm thấy rấт xa lạ．Đứng một lúc thì có một anh lớp chín lỡ tay ném trúng quả bàng ѵào người tôi．Lúc đó tôi cảm thấy rấт ngại ѵà sợ， mọi người đều nhìn tôi．Không kìm được nước mắt tôi bắt đầu khóc．Bỗng nhiên một bàn tay ấm áp đang dỗ tôi nín．Quay lại nhìn thì đó Ɩà cô giáo．Cô giáo bảo anh lớp chín xin lỗi tôi．Tôi cảm ơn cô ѵà đi ѵào nhận lớp．Hôm đó Ɩà một buổi tựu trường đáng nhớ c̠ủa̠ tôi.

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