go to school

Today is Monday, September 1st. My father died and arranged for me to go to an elite primary school. What was it called? It seems to be Yinglong Primary School. I look so strange and have two pairs of eyes. I don't know if I will have a good time studying in this school.

Yesterday I went to buy a lot of things I need for school, such as schoolbags, pencil erasers, black marker pens, and notebooks. I also bought a pencil case. I heard that they didn’t go home for lunch in elementary school, so I brought two lunch boxes from home, one dark green and one pink. If you ask me why I need to prepare two lunch boxes, I will tell you - one must be prepared with both hands. If I am bullied like this and my lunch is taken away, I will have another box of lunch.

Que Miaochun filled two lunch boxes with food, put on her school uniform and put on her schoolbag. Head to school. Standing in front of Yinglong Primary School, I took a deep breath and headed to the classroom. Pushing open the classroom door, he skillfully avoided the blackboard eraser.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom. "Hey, two pairs of eyes? What's your name, girl?"

Que Miaochun secretly thought that something was not right, he was really afraid of something happening. Holding the hem of her skirt tightly with her hands, she slowly said, "My name is Que Miaochun."

The students soon gathered Que Miaochun around the desk, chattering away.

The school bell rang, and a serious female teacher pushed up her eyes. Wen said angrily: "Our class is the noisiest in the whole teaching building. The school bell has rang, why are you still gathering in a crowd? Do you want your class teacher to be angry on the first day of school?"

Everyone quickly became quiet and everyone returned to their seats.

A female teacher in a short professional skirt walked onto the podium, her long black hair carefully combed and tied back. Clearing her throat, she spoke softly: "My name is Wang Siqi, and I am your homeroom teacher for Class 4, Grade 1. I also teach you Chinese."

"Class." Wang Siqi placed the lesson plan on the podium. "Stand up." The squad leader said loudly. Everyone stood up in unison, bowed slightly and said, "Hello, teacher."

"Please sit down." There was always a smile on Wang Siqi's beautiful face. "Children can be taught."

The female teacher turned around and wrote a composition with chalk on the blackboard. When she turned around, she saw everyone's surprised eyes. He smiled and said: "Everyone here is the proud son of their respective families. I guess you don't need me to teach you some basic Chinese knowledge at the early stage." Everyone looked at each other and smiled, nodding tacitly. "Okay, then the title of our composition class is my ideal. The ideal is a stone, which knocks out a spark; the ideal is a fire, which ignites an extinguished lamp; the ideal is a lamp, which illuminates the road at night; the ideal is a road, which leads the way. You walk to dawn...

Everyone has beautiful ideals. Some want to be doctors who save lives and heal the wounded, some want to be brave and upright policemen, and some want to be selfless teachers... The ideals of the students are definitely not great, but they can also be used for this. Add a little light to the world. Everyone, take out your composition book and start writing. "

Que Miaochun rummaged through the desk to find the composition book and pen. Start thinking. What career ideal should I write about? It seems that Que Miaochun has been constrained by the requirements and rules of the clan. She wants to sing, dance, and act, but she just doesn't want to be a doctor, but when she picks up the pen to write - the word "doctor" is written on the composition text. Que Miaochun suddenly took a breath of cold air and thought: I don't want to be a doctor.