SCHOOL LIFE

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When I think about my school life, I like to go to school But now we can not enter the school. That time gave us a lot of things....Love, kindness, unity as well as good friends. Those love bonds are still with us today


Every week get up in the morning and come to school with a heavy book bag. In the past it was problem but now I like to go to school... because the weight of a book bag is much lighter than the weight of the life


Gone are the days of learning, playing and fighting with this friends. The conversation I had with my friends inside the classroom under the dark sky on a rainy day were beautiful. I still remember the loneliness I felt when my closest friend did not come to school


This is the most beautiful time of life💓💓💓


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