Phoenix flowers bloom, a mixture of words, six years of primary school life is about to draw a full stop.
In the past six years, I have experienced many ups and downs. Now I think of it, my heart is like overturning the five flavored bottles. When I think about leaving my alma mater, leaving my friends and leaving my teacher, my nose is sour.
There are still two months to go. Perhaps after growing up, two classmates will pass by, what will be remembered, but can not remember.
Therefore, I must cherish this time and spend my last precious time in my alma mater.
