Time spends one days a day, wind blew. In our memory good bad, of sadness, will bury angrily hereat. Every time we remember, can yearn for probably, can sigh with emotion probably...
时间是一天一天过的，风吹了一年又一年。我们记忆里好的坏的，悲伤的，愤怒的都将埋葬于此。每当我们想起，或许会怀念，或许会感慨……
When remembering one grade just coming, I am craven, there are more than 40 people in the class in those days, of understanding also 3 two. In those days is no matter cannot feel kind with who, feel unfamiliar only and fear. Whole environment is very depressive, although school yard is not old, also dare not run in disorder, wait for all day long in the classroom. Although Laoshi is very tender also, delicate language of talking light tone also is very fear, in those days an idea: Be far from a teacher, be far from the school.
记得一年级刚来的时候，我是畏畏缩缩的，那时班里有四十多个人，认识的也就两三个。那时不论是和谁都不能感到亲切，只感到陌生和害怕。整个环境都很压抑，即使校园不大，也不敢乱跑，一整天就待在教室里。即使老师也很温柔，说话轻声细语也是很害怕，那时就只一个想法：远离老师，远离学校。
Arrived later 34 grade, everybody gradually ripe also, a be laughing and playing, fight noisely together, finish sometimes exercise we play to the playground together, not was willing to wait for in dull classroom, that is afraid of a minute, a second. But still do not like to be waited for together with some teachers, feel aeriform namely in the oppressive feeling that one grows by force, atmosphere dare not breathe heavily, from how can far from how far. Still also do not want to come to the school, this kind of feeling comparing returns ambitious intense when grade of just a little. In those days every time Sunday is me most disgusting day, I feel time of this day is a lot of faster than other day even, just ate breakfast obviously, already was afternoon in an instant, should go to the school again.
后来到了三四年级，大家渐渐也熟了，一起嬉笑，一起打闹，有时做完作业我们就一起到操场玩，一点都不愿意待在无聊的教室，那怕一分钟，一秒钟。但依然不喜欢和有的老师待在一起，就是感觉无形之中有一股强长的压迫感，大气都不敢喘，能离多远就离多远。也还是不想来学校，这种感觉比一二年级时还要强烈。那时每当星期天都是我最讨厌的日子，我甚至感觉这一天的时间比其它日子快了很多，明明才吃了早饭，转眼就已是下午，又要去学校了。
Days is hasty, 34 grade also are in boundless and indistinct in went, the new time of 56 grade followings sb's heels again and come.
时光匆匆，三四年级也在茫茫中过去了，五六年级的新时光又接踵而至。
We trade 5 year again teacher, it is two young teachers, the feeling that does not wish to be together with the teacher also decreased a few.
五年级我们又换老师了，是两位年轻老师，不愿和老师在一起的感觉也减少了一些。
I am in namely and classmate and teacher are familiar with gradually, the time that feels we are together apparently when the relationship is better and better is less and less also, 6 year come to an end too, we were about to part.
我就是在和同学和老师渐渐熟悉，关系越来越好的时候明显感觉我们在一起的时间也越来越少，六年级过完，我们就要分别了。
Have wind year after year, wind is blown annual. Wind blew, we also will be blown to distance as wind.
年年有风，风吹年年。风吹了一年又一年，我们也将随着风被吹向远方。
Every arrive " 61 " , classmates resemble small monkey of same scamper about excited unceasingly.
每到“六一”，同学们就像小猴子一样蹦蹦跳跳的激动不已。
Arrived in the evening, colored lantern shines, headlight was opened, each classes on arena are having wonderful show, colored ribbon waves to wave in the sky of night, the light with ethereal flickering also star is worn, seem to responding to our happy smiling face.
到了晚上，彩灯亮起来，大灯打开了，舞台上各个班在进行着精彩的表演，彩带在夜晚的空中飘来飘去，天上的星星也一闪一闪的亮着，好像回应着我们快乐的笑脸。