I have forgotten how long it has been since I recorded the bits and pieces of my life, I haven't updated my essay collection, time always slips away so quickly, and in the blink of an eye it is the last month of 2017, and we are still moving forward, walking our own path.

Sanmao once said: The beauty of time lies in its inevitable passing, spring flowers, autumn moons, summers, and winter snow.

When we suddenly look back, who has become your passerby, and who has left on you, the old time that is difficult to erase?

All the past is a gift of time, every step we take is taking step by step, throwing away little by little, all things will have a process, all experiences, are a kind of understanding.

Looking back on the second half of the year, after more than 20 years, the large-scale primary and secondary school sports meeting was successfully opened, and more than a dozen athletes of our school won the first place in the boys' and girls' groups of primary schools under the training of several coaches.

For the first time, it was an honor to bring two outstanding Young Pioneers cadres to participate in the third congress of Shiyan City, which was of far-reaching significance and benefited a lot.

Children are the hope of the motherland and the future of the nation, and it is necessary to educate the vast number of children to learn how to behave, learn, be motivated, and temper themselves from primary school, so as to contribute their own strength to the future construction and development of the motherland.

The two Young Pioneers cadres who I brought to the meeting also gave me a taste of the innocence and childlike joy of childhood.

This year, compared with previous years, it is slightly simpler, there are not so many individual events and complex schedules, but it is much more tiring, and it has finally ended successfully, without any emergencies, and with the cooperation of all teachers, an important sports work of the school has also been completed.

Life, there is always a bright morning, there is also a dim dusk, life, there is always the joy of gain, there is also the sadness of loss, we are in this complex society, every day there are different stories happening, meet all kinds of people, there is no rehearsal, every game will be live.

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