The wind blew across the campus, ruffling branches and disrupting classes. The bell rang and the noise started. There were cheers and shouts all over the playground, in the corridors, and in the classrooms. The school bell rang and the bustle ended. The campus is filled with the sound of reading. The wind blows into the classroom, blows over the cheeks of the students, blows away their test papers, and scatters their hair. The summer wind is quite strong. A class can gather together and a class can disperse. We met in the summer and said goodbye in the summer. Our story is over. It doesn't seem like it is. I hope that when we meet again, we will not be strangers.
Purpose: Never forget elementary school and rely on novels to reminisce