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 have learned from From a distance, the school is hidden in the village of bamboo, covered with green and yellow walls like a colorful stereoscopic painting against a clear blue sky. At school, there appeared before her eyes three rows of classrooms built into 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 canopy, which has been planted for a long time. The school's backyard is only half the width of the front yard. The backyard is cool thanks to the shade of the old almond 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. There 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 tagline: "There is nothing 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 hallway. Entering the Media 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 the two walls to make the Traditional room more warm. In 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 I graduate from Primary school, we will be away from the school we studied in the first five years of my life. I forgot how the first days of class were still timid and nestled close to my mother. I will definitely remember us forever: the red scarf on my 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.