As the minutes ticked by, six years of elementary school life finally came to an end. With the crisp, winding ringtone of the graduation exam, I suddenly realized that I had graduated and I was no longer a primary school student. My childhood had passed. Immediately, my heart is like to knock over the 5 MSG bottle, a million thousand kinds of complicated mood is interwoven in my unbearable heart, twining, woven into a big net, I was a prisoner. At that moment, I was almost paralyzed. A sweet, bitter taste filled my mouth and my heart to the whole body.

Acid:

Graduation, our class of "the smart people" composition of the class dinner in the evening. This is the last time you have a class dinner. A few days later, it was the last time we were together with my classmates. There were sixty students and my teachers in my class, and their smiles revolved in my mind like a movie, and I put together strange patterns. This is a teacher who spent six years together! We may never see each other again when we think about it. My nose is an acid, and the tears fall

Sweet:

At about 6:30 PM, as we "graduated" from the left, "graduated" from the right, we crowded into a hotpot restaurant. "Six years and so on." I am very happy to be with my classmates, eat "the taste of graduation" and drink "my friend's blessing". We enjoyed the final madness of graduation, and we served drinks everywhere. The clinking of the glass again and again; Soda pop has been hit by us with beautiful bubbles. We savour any food, and speak out the words of blessing, as if it were not enough to reach our hearts at the moment. We ate the hottest hotpot, drank the sweetest drink, and said the most sincere blessing. It was as if all the previous displeasure had been dissipated. Finally, our favorite teacher - taught us for six years, teacher Lin deep feeling ground say to us: "you never forget your primary school friends, because friendship, is the most innocent." The words moved us very much. I think I will never forget the students and teachers in primary school. This feeling is like thick honey paste on my heart, I feel sweet.

Bitter:

After the final exam, who doesn't want to use excellent grades to give their primary school life a full stop? So, I was struggling to guess my score. I thought: if I failed in the exam, I wouldn't be miserable this summer.

Hot:

I have many friends in this six years of study and life. But I also have trouble with some of my classmates. And often make some unfriendly gestures. And how can I bring these unkindness into my life of regret? I want to apologize to them, but I can't say. I was ashamed to think of it, and my face was burning.

Graduation is in, whether you are to the primary school life to be reluctant to be in love, or to the upcoming high school yearned for, in this, I to want to shout out loudly "we graduate!"