Early morning, just on facebook. I received an invitation to join the 50 year anniversary of their school. How many memories of school years came rushing back from memory. So also was 15 years. The day I was in high school, I also organize day school hall, to celebrate the 35th anniversary of the establishment of the school.
On her hall in heavy rain. The speaker must use umbrellas. And we, the students, then endured the rain. Despite wearing a hat, but I still get wet. Day School that year, I was honored to be the representative of the course students are in school to give flowers to her former headmaster of the school, now she is the head of the provincial education sectors for school visits . Happiness, pride and apprehension, and even a tremble. May she very gentle principal capital. And I loved capital and admired her.
Time passed quickly. The familiar faces every day, all of which have now grown up, mature. There are many people who have become very successful in society. As for me, but has yet to establish their own families. But I'm a billionaire. I feel proud of myself. I'm happy every day.
If given the chance, the class of my high school alma mater last visit on this occasion. We will come together to sit right on location in cu.Va class homeroom teacher all again. Hair By now he had white hair. Would have moved much. The innocent face, the white day. Time has become a father or mother. We have entered middle age, and experienced a lot of happiness and suffering in life. But we have different looks old very much. Many people have looked at once realized. Because they are large and fatter. But our hearts are still very young. We crave to be back I went to school as the girl, the boy the other game. And we will jointly estimated return time. To back up together every day, learn together, play together.
Friendship of people of the same school as the most pure and innocent. Old memories came rushing back in me. Remember those big round eyes, and even when we cry for anger. That day, I was a little girl very stupid, very weak, and the family has a lot of sadness. But in my heart always full of dreams. And now my life is now my dream 15 years ago before!
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
On her hall in heavy rain. The speaker must use umbrellas. And we, the students, then endured the rain. Despite wearing a hat, but I still get wet. Day School that year, I was honored to be the representative of the course students are in school to give flowers to her former headmaster of the school, now she is the head of the provincial education sectors for school visits . Happiness, pride and apprehension, and even a tremble. May she very gentle principal capital. And I loved capital and admired her.
Time passed quickly. The familiar faces every day, all of which have now grown up, mature. There are many people who have become very successful in society. As for me, but has yet to establish their own families. But I'm a billionaire. I feel proud of myself. I'm happy every day.
If given the chance, the class of my high school alma mater last visit on this occasion. We will come together to sit right on location in cu.Va class homeroom teacher all again. Hair By now he had white hair. Would have moved much. The innocent face, the white day. Time has become a father or mother. We have entered middle age, and experienced a lot of happiness and suffering in life. But we have different looks old very much. Many people have looked at once realized. Because they are large and fatter. But our hearts are still very young. We crave to be back I went to school as the girl, the boy the other game. And we will jointly estimated return time. To back up together every day, learn together, play together.
Friendship of people of the same school as the most pure and innocent. Old memories came rushing back in me. Remember those big round eyes, and even when we cry for anger. That day, I was a little girl very stupid, very weak, and the family has a lot of sadness. But in my heart always full of dreams. And now my life is now my dream 15 years ago before!
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
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