“ your ” , it is wonderful movement, let us spread out singing voice, sing to the top of one's bent. “ your ” , it is the character of nib, make us silent admire, explain slowly. “ your ” , it is the judgment of competition ground, let us never absent, grow jointly. “ your ” , it is we return the childhood time that does not go more.
“你”，是美妙的乐章，让我们展开歌喉，尽情歌唱。“你”，是笔尖的文字，让我们静静欣赏，慢慢诠释。“你”，是赛场的裁判，让我们从不缺席，共同成长。“你”，更是我们回不去的童年时光。
Everythings on earth anabiosises affection is warm
万物复苏情意暖
The spring that everythings on earth anabiosises aroused warm child child passion.
万物复苏的春天唤醒了温暖的孩童情。
Rain during springtime is fine the fine needle that be like silver, rain is falling, day north is worn, I still am being waited for in the classroom however, hear a warm voice abruptly: We walk along “ together. I laugh at ” , say sound is thanked, you maintained an umbrella, had lifted my the top of head, say: “ goes! ” , you laugh toward me, that smile is innocent and bright, touch me deeply.
春雨细细如银针，雨下着，天阴着，我却还在教室里待着，猛然听见一个温暖的声音：“我们一起走吧。”我笑了笑，说声谢谢，你便撑起了伞，举过我头顶，说：“走吧！”，你朝我笑了笑，那笑容是天真灿烂的，把我深深感动。
Affection of burning sun sorching is great
烈日炎炎情意浓
The summer of burning sun sorching left deep division commander love
烈日炎炎的夏天告别了深深的师长情
The summer 2019, rainstorm again and again, open our medicinal powder learn celebration. Rainwater erode, people perhaps caught drop drop teardrop accordingly. Crying, crying, write a composition a hush, everything stopped. Children are in take a picture, talk about elementary school, but as if this stopped momently, I remembered the time of elementary school, it is precious, brief. When leaving with teachers, cry so that had lost consciousness, now still is that one face that Zhang Zhang does not abandon. Rain stopped, everything ended.
2019年的夏季，暴雨频频，开启了我们的散学典礼。雨水一遍一遍的冲刷，人们也许因此染上了滴滴泪珠。哭着，哭着，一作文片寂静，一切都停止了。孩子们在拍照，聊小学，但仿佛这一刻停止了，我想起了小学的时光，是珍贵的，短暂的。与老师们告别时哭得已经失去了知觉，现在仍是那一张张不舍的脸。雨停了，一切都结束了。
Autumn wind is bleak affection is great
秋风萧瑟情意浓
The autumn with bleak autumn wind discovered strong close feeling.
秋风萧瑟的秋天发现了浓浓的亲情。
Rain is falling, weather turns cool, children put on thick dress, but I, wore only thin thin school uniform. Why? Just be feel wronged and act rashly with mom. Wind is being blown, blow so that I with a rustle quiver, “ goes boreal door takes the clothes. Sound of a sound removes ” , classmaster says to me. The dress? Who gives me sent clothing, face of one settle on still is writing scrip: Wear bit of dress more, did not catch a cold. Seeing this handwriting is my mom, touch very much immediately in the heart, nose one acerbity ……
雨在下，天气转凉，孩子们都穿上了厚厚的衣服，但我，只穿了薄薄的校服。为什么呢？只不过是和妈妈赌气罢了。风在吹，吹得我瑟瑟发抖，“去北门拿衣服。”一个声音响起，班主任对我说。衣服？谁给我送的衣服，一看上面还写着纸条：多穿点衣服，别感冒了。看这字迹就是我妈妈，心里顿时很感动，鼻子一酸……
Childhood, comprise by all sorts of affection, it also makes what I comprehended childhood precious, although answer,do not go, but let it become memory.
童年，是由各种情组成的，它也让我领悟到了童年的宝贵，虽然回不去，但就让它成为记忆吧。(文/王紫涵)