Huaiyuan No. 3 Middle School, a famous school in northern Anhui, indoctrination vortex, the world's peach and plum.

In the early years, I bathed in the wind and rain; Love now, extremely warm Jiayang in the new area. It is accessible on all sides, and the traffic flow is endless; Eight square buildings, far and near different heights. Restaurants and restaurants, small businesses and micro-shops, fortunately the school is prosperous.

The school is wide, with the same body on the fourth floor, and the upper and lower floors are flat. Bright flowers and lush grass, green trees. Spring comes and the wind returns to the swallow, and the autumn solstice is cold and frosty. The music of cicadas is played in summer, and the beautiful sound of birds is sounded in winter. Couples and friends form a group, Linqingtan to watch koi; Teachers and students form a team, enjoy the peach blossoms and walk on the hidden path. The vast blue sky, the white clouds.

The sound of reading aloud in the morning class, one person and all the mouths, ascending the Hongde Building to welcome the sun; The night school is silent, the hundred rooms are cloudy and a thousand lights are up, leaning on the Hongwen Building to sigh the stars. Looking at the distant mountains, the smoke is blurred, the moon is rare, and the sadness is sad.

Shibi Hongyi said that the gentleman is self-reliant. The third middle school student, when he has high ambitions and a lofty mind, how can he live up to the high expectations of his teacher? Deal with the world with justice, and communicate with virtue and friendship. There is no end to learning, diligent day and night, and flying in anger, so Pengcheng is thousands of miles.

Foreign, high-spirited scholars, not talented students. The repairman is in class sixteen, cool poetry and books, and loves literature and history. And make a clumsy pen, and see and laugh at you. However, June is approaching, the college entrance examination is imminent, there is no other time, and there is a lot of reluctance! It is to write to remember, sing about my alma mater, and have a confidant. If you revisit after a long absence, when the flowers are full of flowers and the trees are still green......

It was May 2017

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