回忆像一幅画,徐徐展开。我回头望着身后的路,那一串串或深或浅的印迹,包含了诸多的留念与不舍。回眸.少年时光六年。多么漫长的一段时光。可是今天,我就要告别这熟悉的小学,步入我憧憬已久的初中了。校园角落的两株龙爪槐抖抖叶子,泻下了一串碧绿的流年。曾记否,老师像亲人一 Memories like a picture, slowly start. I looked back at the road behind me, that string of string or dark or light imprint, contains a lot of memories and dismay. Looking back. Years of youth six years. What a long time. Today, however, I will bid farewell to this familiar primary school, into the long-awaited junior high school. Two dragonfly plants in the corner of the campus shook the leaves, leaving a string of green flow years. I remember, the teacher like a loved one