Yang Haoyu: Goodbye, Jinxi

Author: Yang Haoyu, Golden Apple Longnan Primary School, Wuhou District, Chengdu

Jinxi, let every life bloom brilliantly, there are memories of my childhood, I like everything there and don't want to be separated from her. But the way to grow up is to constantly say goodbye to the past and then start a new journey, so I have to say goodbye to Jinxi.

When I first saw the campus, I thought she was very small, only a five-story teaching building, a playground that was not too spacious. This building is going to hold more than a thousand lives, and it feels crowded to think about. But walk into her; Later, I found her all-encompassing: tall yellow horn trees stood in the corner of the playground, leafy, day and night to shield us from the wind and rain. The long corridor is covered with green vines, deep and quiet, next to the crystal clear pond, the fish play happily, and the quaint little bridge is above the pond. Jinxi is like a delicate girl, young and full of vitality.

Sitting in my seat, I looked at the teacher confusedly, nothing, full of trepidation and nervousness. But when the teacher smiled and was as warm as the sun, I was not afraid, and even a little kind. Because of this kindness, I actively answered questions, teachers praised me, and I became better and better. The second class is like a big family, loving each other and helping each other. I don't know how to ask my classmates, and they will patiently and carefully lecture me. Here I made a lot of friends – injured, someone took me to the infirmary, someone whispered to comfort me; failed, someone helped me get rid of my troubles and encouraged me to get back on my feet; happy, someone shared with me... The teacher's teaching and the care of my friends make me happy every day in Jinxi. I thought that such a day would wait another year to say goodbye, but the goodbye day was advanced.

That was my last day in Jinxi. I packed up my things and walked out of the teaching building with my classmates in the company of my teacher. I kept looking back, clinging to it. His eyes were blurred and his heart was missing. I said to myself: It will be difficult to see her in the future, and I must always engrave this place in my heart. One step before I stepped out of the school gate, I looked back at Jinxi again, and also at the beautiful childhood here.

The setting sun sank, the afterglow sprinkled on me, and I was wrapped in warmth, like a sweet smile from a teacher. Goodbye, Jinxi, I will continue to move forward with the knowledge I have learned here and be a better version of myself.