Everyone's childhood is attached to a certain memory, be it the communal roof, the lawn flying a kite, the kindergarten ... Personally, I feel very close to the Primary school, where I learned from grade one until now.

From a distance, the school is hidden in the bamboo village, covered with green and yellow walls like a colorful picture against a clear blue sky. At school, there appeared in front of her three rows of classrooms built into an H shape. The classroom walls are blue, the roofs are gray and silver. Rector boards, communication rooms are roofed with red tiles, and the walls are painted cream yellow. The school has two playgrounds, also a ground for sports and parade. The front yard is wider than the back yard.

In the middle of the yard is a majestic flagpole with a yellow star-shaped flag fluttering in the wind. The front yard of the school is shady under the foliage of the eagle, the luxuriant phoenix tree, long planted. The school's backyard is only half the width of the front yard. The backyard is cool thanks to the shade of the old eagle tree with large branches, branches, waist like a giant bonsai. The left corner of the backyard is the well and the toilet. The right corner of the field is the canteen and the table tennis room. Those are two large concrete-roofed rooms, and the glass doors look pretty good. My school has twenty-five classrooms in total. Each classroom has two rows of student desks, a filing cabinet and a teacher's desk. Recently, each classroom is equipped with a computer screen and ceiling fan. Every classroom has a picture of Uncle Ho solemnly hung above the classroom blackboard. A gentle and dignified Uncle Ho's photo is below Uncle Ho's famous slogan: "Nothing is more precious than independence and freedom". The classrooms are bright, spacious and airy in front of the open windows.

The most beautiful of the school is the Traditional room and the flower beds along the classroom corridor. Entering the Traditional room, I was very touched by the layout here. The bust of Uncle Ho is placed in the most solemn position. In addition, the school's winning flags in the exams are hung neatly. Photos of students and teachers' activities hung along two walls to make the Traditional room more warm. Outside the yard, the flower pots are extended together like a colorful border to make the school yard more beautiful and cheerful. Every day when I go to class, I love my teachers, my friends and my familiar school. When we graduate from Primary school tomorrow, we will be away from the school we learned in the first five years of our life. I forgot how the first days of class were still timid and nestled close to my mother. I will definitely remember our image forever: red scarf on our shoulders, solemn and emotional at the annual end of the school year. I try to study well to be worthy of being a sibling, the leader of the roof of Primary School.

Tung! Tung! Tung! The sound of the school drums resounded as usual in any school, but when I stand in this school, I feel recovery.

Back in school, I was lucky because of the mixed emotions in the confused mood of a little girl who began to step into another world, her world will be a bit bigger than the day of issue, a little more independent. Parents' dates must be given to school.

The school to and beautiful too! We have a large yard to have fun, including the benches of the teachers' classes and the one in the front who gave it to the school to rest during recess. Nacre, mausoleum, eagle or phoenix could stand decades ago, happily sharing with generations of students and witnessing the changes of the school. The luxuriant trees, as if there were hundreds of arms outstretched, embraced the flowers and foliage. See you again, the phoenix flower is red at a corner of the sky, the green color of the leaves makes more flower clusters more vitality.

The naughty students like us are still racing to fly in front of the phoenix pressing against the page and making unique beasts for friends. The best friends of my class are a colorful mausoleum, the canopy is cool at a corner, sun protection like a wailing purple umbrella. The old writers probably quiet, quietly watching the demons and students are jumping rope, kicking a bridge, playing games ... Turning green trees full of life is our classroom! Two rows of buildings were spacious and spacious like two non-utility arms, but in the middle were the school building, the office of the Management Board and the teachers' break room. Classrooms with chalkboards and white chalk are our close friends, day by day, the teacher still keeps the familiar style of the board with chalk that is brought us to knowledge horizons. It will continue to be a long program to explore and experience the changes of each courtyard, sky, every classroom but there is something that cannot change, love every moment, every school of student ages. In me, there is such a love for my dear school.