Past, like a pearl capsules, pierce my colorful childhood, my mother gently open book "Baby Diary", a pair of eyes out there innocent feet. Little feet ah, you are so little, five little toes like a five blooming plum, wrote the following state: the growth of footprints. I turned over page after page, day by day I also grew up, I was completely captivated my childhood past.
In the June 23, 2001 On that day, "Baby Diary," wrote on: "This evening the family finished dinner, Jun were suddenly remembered to do 'higher intelligence' any more. A row made a dozen copies are 100 am, Jun-jun suddenly emerge a 'ah, I am really proud!', the whole family uproar ... ... "
Suddenly, I have a craving for a child, long into a suave romantic sunshine teenager, came to the beautiful Shimei primary schools started to accept the teachings of the teacher's earnest and hard, "irrigation", I will no longer be a small achievement for a little bit cause for complacency.
I remember when the second grade, my math is very sloppy, always sloppy, the examination time to do a lot of lost points. As a result, near the end of the period, the class teacher Huang teacher called me into his office and kindly said to me: "Do not get tense when the papers first and then start doing deep breath respiratory problems." Consequently, this test I got dual-percentile. Ms. Huang's words, like sweet rain of spring, moistening my young heart, gave me great encouragement. Since then, each time the exam, these words will echo in my ears, sub-sub-inspired me, urging me. 35 Writing Network
Now, I have the sixth grade, and I soon left the familiar campus, in this six years, every teacher gave me left a deep impression, are my mentor growing up, I am in their the care to continue to thrive