Last Saturday I went to my mom’s office with my mom. Normally, she gets a Saturday off. But last Saturday she had to work, making up the holiday of 228. My mom works in the TungHai University. I grew up in here. I went to the kinder garden, elementary school, and junior high school in here. TungHai is a very beautiful place, especially now. The plain grasslands are decorated with many kinds of flowers, and butterflies and bees dance between them. Spring wind blew the warm sunlight gently through my cheeks. Parents and their sons and daughters played Frisbee happily, giving me a lovely feeling. I walked along the old classrooms. The time seemed to bring me back to the past. I saw the little me running joyfully with my brothers around those classrooms which my mom had brought us to. The little me smiled at me and asked me to play with them. Just as I was about to say yes, the school bell rang. All the illusion disappeared in a sudden, leaving the bell rings shouting a t my ears and beating my soul in the big empty old classroom.
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