Childhood under the Maple Poplar

Brief introduction of the author: contributions from students from Class 6 (4) of Xuejun Primary School in Hangzhou

A small maple poplar leaf whirled down and fell into the soil. My primary school career has gradually faded away, and in a few days, it will be like this maple poplar leaf, forever, hidden.

The sturdy trunk always gives me a thick sense of security, the green leaves always give me a sense of comfort overflowing with vitality, and the thin and soft branches always give me a kind of warm happiness-six years have you, maple poplar!

My cry, my smile, my noise, my noise, the maple poplar will always listen kindly. Whenever it rains and happens to be physical education class, people always like to drill to the edge of maple poplar trees and never enter the house. I also ran under the tree and huddled under the tree with everyone. We are not bored under the tree, just the strands of necklace-like fruit strings have infinite joy. The tall classmate jumped up, folded a string of tender buds, distributed them to the students around him, and then jumped up again. There is a circle of people jumping by the tree. Seen from upstairs, it is spectacular.

There is a caterpillar-like maple poplar fruit string in my hand, not to mention how happy it is. Just so gently shake left and right, there is a sense of joy rushed to the forehead. But that's not the happiest part. One hand holds the tip of the maple poplar fruit string, and the other hand rolls it down from top to bottom. Within half a second, no matter how long the string is, there is only a bare green stem left. At this time, almost no one is playing a string, will try to get another string. As a result, the teachers tried their best to fold fruit strings from maple poplars everywhere and reward them to students who performed well. On weekdays, students always make jokes about this maple poplar: where there are many strings, there is a teacher!

Between classes, the maple poplar is tightly surrounded, below is the figure of jumping, there are students on the teaching building to reach it carefully. Those figures are my lingering impressions for six years. I do not know when, I fell in love with rainy days, fell in love with physical education in rainy days.

Primary school is only six years old, but the maple poplar is always in my heart. There is a withered and yellow maple poplar leaf in my diary. I can't bear to throw it away, because behind this leaf is the laughter and laughter of everyone and me in the past. When will I have maple poplar trees?

Maple poplar leaves are still falling quietly, but the maple poplar in my heart is never deciduous.

Author: class 6 (4) of Hangzhou Xuejun Primary School, a classmate who spoke on condition of anonymity.

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