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HÃY KỂ VỀ NGÀY ĐẦU TIÊN EM ĐI HỌC BẰNG TIẾNG ANH 

Answer 1

That big day - the first day I went to school, went so sweetly in a sunny nursery lesson ...
Early in the morning, under the chit chit, there is a small baby hugging hugging the mother's hat to school. "Going to school", a completely unfamiliar concept to her,
Why does not it thrill? How many questions are in each other's head to draw a picture of the school. My dream is, she does not know where she came from. His mother is talking to her teacher, sometimes laughing at him, but he does not care.

Kia is "The School". A yard without walls, wind,
Lots of fruit trees ripen fruit that every baby child must crave. A tiny classroom red tile moss wall mold mold hides under the green leaf. A little boy with the same age was playing loudly on the clay terraces. Suddenly, Mom pushed her lightly towards her. Until now, she was watching her very carefully. She was old, with long blonde hair and gentle eyes.
Squeezing her body, she reached out to her. To be the other, she turned away, her mother's face dreading fear. But near her she felt the warmth of love. Awesome! Se would put a tiny fist in her hand, and she bowed her head and said, "Hello, my dear!"

The first lesson she did not give her a lettering like her sister Hai. The teacher instructed enough,
From the seat to the work, holding the pen ... What she also guides well. But it does not remember anything. Remember to make tired, how to pick up this afternoon, she also asked her and prepare for it all well. "But - she sweetly moved her voice to attention - before the students must remember: First tuition,
Now she is going to school as well, she is also seated in the classroom, also heard the teacher lecture to To ... Ah, yes! To "Open up the knowledge" just as he said last night.

The first half of the session went smoothly. Break time.
The teacher had just turned away, and the children rushed to the courtyard. She ran along. So fun! And also strange, the first time she played among many strangers without tingling wet. At first, everyone strange or strange huu but then quickly entered the game attractive. Laughter makes the summer breeze rumbling in the small yard.
Suddenly: "Xtra!" Her slippers fly up high. Under the ground a shattered tree. The pot splashed out on his cheek. You are terrified, your eyes are rounded. The child is lying flat on the ground up. Pain is less, more afraid. He is afraid of her teacher angry, scolded and not let him go to school anymore. Afraid to be far from here -
The place where he fell in love at first sight. The desperate teacher ran out, helping her wool, dust off. She closed her eyes for her to scold. A cold wet towel pressed against his face. Surprised baby, looking at the eyebrows bar is shoving into the glass.

The school re-start. It was specially seated in her heart to hear the story.
Her voice is good, not like a clatter, not spleen like sister Hai. For a long time, it had to squeak to stop her from stopping: "It's not over yet?" Then she patted her thighs and continued to tell. She leaned on her. Listen quietly!

When it woke up, the sun was up and she was waiting at the door. He rubbed his eyes, slid down,
She hugs her mother and then hug her hello. On the way home it kept repeating: "Mom, remember to call up early in school to hear!"

Turns out the eight years have passed. She was the one I was now. A pupil is still riding his bike to school every day. Still have fun playing with friends. Still tell stories when someone asked about the scar on the cheeks. Then,
Whenever I walked across it suddenly stopped laughing warmly.