This is the end of primary school. I miss it. When I report to junior high school tomorrow, I will fully understand what it is like to be in a hurry in primary school textbooks.

Primary school time is so brilliant, so pure. The memory of primary school is proud of a teacher's little red flower. She lied about her stomachache during the exam, played happily with children, and lost her beloved toy sadly.

I am always so easy to be happy in primary school. Sometimes I am happy because of a comfort from my mother, a compliment from my teacher, the envy of my children and my favorite games. I was so easy to satisfy myself in primary school, but now I don't seem so happy.

Pupils always like to play, but the gameplay is always simple, such as throwing handkerchiefs, finding friends, catching mice and cats, and catching chickens with eagles ... These games are boring in the eyes of adults, but they are very interesting in our eyes. We will never feel bored if we do them over and over again.

The naivety of primary school will inevitably make us fooled, but after being deceived, we can sum up the lessons. Every time I was cheated, I grew up bit by bit, so I grew up. When I saw my childhood children, but they made the same mistakes as me, and saw the games they played, I always recalled the memories, so I wanted to laugh, and when I grew up, my mouth provoked a helpless smile.

Miss the time of primary school, miss the carefree nature of primary school, miss the dribs and drabs of primary school. I know I won't go back to primary school, but as long as I keep a happy heart, is primary school and middle school the same?