Now is the third grade students, but the memory of the first day of school th t difficult to forget. I remember that it was a beautiful autumn really that day, my mother took me to school. The sky is blue, the sun is like the golden honey has a campus. The school is very big and very crowded. I timidly nestled in her mother's hand, did not dare to leave. But the teacher has been in your gentle touch. You take me to the class, introduce you to know. Then you're scared and nervous, and I'm beginning to like my class.
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