Memories of the back to school season

Autumn has just arrived, the cool breezes and the scattered yellow leaves on the streets seem to be singing a song welcoming the new school year. The streets are bustling and bustling again in the excited atmosphere of a new beginning. This is the season of first steps to school, the season of clear and unforgettable memories of school life. Looking at my daughter preparing to enter first grade, my heart is filled with indescribable emotions when memories of the old school year suddenly come flooding back.

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I still remember clearly the day I was preparing to enter first grade. My mother laboriously pedaled her rickety bicycle to the district market. The dirt road from our house to the district market was bumpy, full of small and large pebbles. Every time the bicycle passed, dust would be kicked up, sticking to the hems of my mother’s pants and the hem of her shirt.

Every now and then, the bike would get stuck in a small puddle, the wheels spinning without moving. Mom would have to put her foot down and use all her strength to push. When she got home, she wore a brand new uniform: a neatly ironed white shirt, a pair of trousers that went past her knees, and a pair of white sneakers .

That night, my friends and I couldn’t sleep. Even though we were exhausted from running and playing around during the day, the excitement at night overcame our sleepiness. We all made an appointment to meet at the end of the alley, sat in a group under the yellow streetlight, and chatted animatedly, each of us imagining the first day of school in our own imagination.

The kids kept showing off their clothes and books. The white shirt was brand new, flat, and still smelled of new fabric. The blue school bag was shiny. We held it carefully, smoothing each page of the brand new textbooks, the labels still intact.

Each of us took turns guessing what the teacher would teach, what the class would be like, and whether there would be many new friends. The joy and anticipation spread, dispelling the chill of the night. The sparkling night sky seemed to count down with us to the moment of returning to school, when we would be called students for the first time.

Early in the morning, when the weather was still chilly and the scent of damp earth after a rainy autumn night permeated the air, the small street was busier than usual. I reached for my brand new backpack, and as soon as I stepped out of the gate, I saw the whole neighborhood was unusually bustling. The sounds of laughter, the sound of bicycles carrying books, the sound of hurried footsteps... all blended together, painting a bustling and colorful picture of the school year.

My mother told me many things: be good, don't cry, and be friends with everyone. However, no matter how much I prepared, I still couldn't hide my confusion when I first entered the classroom, as if I was entering a completely different world .

The school was decorated brilliantly with colorful banners and paper flowers. The old school roof, shaded by green trees, welcomed the new generation of students. The sound of the school drum, mixed with the clapping of parents and the cheers of students... all created a song full of joy and hope.

I stood there, feeling like I was entering a new world full of surprises. Now, looking at my daughter in her new uniform, a huge backpack on her back, a little shy but her eyes sparkling with joy, I see those days as if they were just yesterday, seeing the worries and the little surprises as I prepare to welcome a new beginning.

My mother often said that the day you entered first grade was an important milestone for both of us. That was when you began to learn to be independent, to walk on your own path. I cannot hold your hand forever, cannot protect you every step of the way, but I will always be there, watching over you every step of the way.

Standing in the classroom looking out, I saw my mother still standing in the school yard, waving goodbye. At that moment, I knew my mother was both worried and proud, and I also understood that, no matter what the road ahead was, her love would always be the most solid support.

My little daughter has also reached the time to step into the big world out there. Will she be like me, bewildered and worried when meeting teachers and friends for the first time? I realize that all those emotions are the continuation of a flow that my mother and I have lived through when I also became a mother, standing on the threshold of adulthood, witnessing my daughter embarking on a new journey.

No matter how many years have passed, the school year is always a special time in everyone's heart, reminding us of the purest memories of our school days, bringing back unforgettable emotions!/.

Linh Chau

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