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Topic: Expressing thoughts on the Gateway of School Opening
Expressing thoughts on the Gateway of School Opening
Assignment:
'Boom...boom...boom'. The sound of the school opening drum has become familiar, an indispensable part for those who have been, are, and will be students. The atmosphere of the school opening festival is hard to describe in words. There is something joyful, mixed with a bit of nervousness, excitement, and fluttering... Not only the emotions of the students, but also the parents have indescribable feelings and thoughts on the opening day of their children's school. The school gate opening is such a masterpiece.
The school gate opening writes about the mother's feelings on the sleepless night before her child's first day of school. Thoughts, concerns about the role of the school, of education for each individual when coming to school are also noteworthy aspects of this story. The story is told through the mother's emotional flow. The night before her child's first day of school, 'Mother couldn't sleep'. Mother thinks a lot, not because she worries about her child because 'Mother believes her child won't be bewildered on the first day of school' because before, the child had gone to school, had become familiar with the educational environment. However, Mother still couldn't close her eyes because she remembered the old memories. Those memories are like an image, a slow-motion film with a realm of beautiful memories 'Every year, at the end of autumn...My mother gently held my hand, leading me on the long and narrow village road'...Mother also remembers her own memories, when her grandmother held her hand to school with indescribable feelings.
The little boy has a different mood from his mother. The first-grade boy appears with a truly carefree, innocent image. The boy sleeps soundly, gently, with only one thought of how to get to school on time. The boy is living at his true age, naive, innocent, carefree, unconcerned about everything. This is completely different from the mood of his mother.
