There are only a few days left and I will be away from my beloved Dai Dinh Primary School - the first place that welcomed me into school five years ago. So sad! Sad because about to leave teachers, away fond memories throughout the school year

All are moving away, moving away from me to the new school: Middle School. But perhaps the beautiful images of this school will never fade in me.

I don't know much about the first day of school, my mother took me to school. I woke up very early, put a big bag on my small shoulders, extremely excited. Arrival before. The school is so big! Everyone is strange. Fortunately, there are several children in kindergarten who are familiar. Timidly, I nestled behind my mother's back. Just like me, some new students also stood by my relatives. Only the boys are calm, they still play in the school blocks.

In Grade 1, I learned Hoa. Ms. Hoa is a strict, strict teacher who is also very gentle and loves students. She is like my mother. And so from then on, the vast world gradually opened in my immature mind. She taught me many things. I know how to read, write, write math, writing - something that I could not do when studying in kindergarten, just happy to laugh, sad to cry as a parent.

Remembering those stories, my heart kept on fluttering. You are much different now. I have grown up, is about to become a middle school student. Being so far away from the school, there is so much love in my first student life, I feel so attached. I will no longer see the scenes of friends shoulder to shoulder, shouting on the schoolyard. It will no longer be immersed in the battles that occur at an early age on this school ground. There is also a green gate. That's where I still wait for my mom after every lesson ... All ... all ... I'm going to have to say goodbye.

When I was in sixth grade, I had to leave my teachers and teachers far away, I wanted to send them a "thank you" and a "sorry" word. right . We also apologize to the teachers for leaving them reminded and sad. But teachers, we did not know the hard work of the teachers. It was not until this moment that we - the oldest students in the school realized how beautiful that meant.

‘Dear school, please send me a nostalgia, a love. The lectures of each teacher will always be an important luggage on the learning journey waiting for me ahead. Goodbye teachers, students of grades 1,2,3,4. There will be a day when I come back here ... ''

The youth of the student is the majority of the student. Masculine when we are in your situation In the past, studying, you could learn Hardware, software and software You can learn Useless and agree with each other during launch. Agree, you like your hardware, the majority, your software, your share. Software, the software of the South software has it, which lives in our lives can be very large. When you grow up, when you sleep, it is happy and healthy. Chi summer is nuoi peach.