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Every Monday morning, excitement fills me as I eagerly anticipate the flag-raising ceremony at school. For me, this ceremony holds a uniquely profound significance, imparting an indescribable sense of sanctity.

As a ritual, I always arrive at school earlier than usual on Mondays to prepare for the flag-raising ceremony. The morning today is splendid. The sky is brilliantly blue, adorned with a few drifting white clouds. The sun radiates warm light, infusing vitality and freshness into every corner. The air is pure and refreshing, occasionally accompanied by gentle breezes that create a delightful sensation. Tree branches sway gracefully, birds chirp merrily, enhancing the vibrant scene.

The red flag with a yellow star flutters in the light breeze and morning sun, its red hue even more vibrant today. The entire schoolyard is immersed in the white attire of students. Each student proudly wears a red scarf symbolizing their membership in the Youth Union. The school drum echoes for a while, and all students halt their activities, spontaneously forming orderly lines. All eyes gaze upward at the teachers seated above.

Once the school is settled, the commanding voice of the head of the Youth Union resounds: 'Attention! Salute the flag! Salute.' All students and teachers place their right hands on their foreheads, their eyes fixed on the national flag. A solemn and sacred atmosphere envelops the entire school. After the flag salute, everyone sings the National Anthem in unison. Each person strives to sing with fervor and vigor. The song evokes memories of Vietnam's golden past, reminding us to respect and be grateful to the previous generations who sacrificed for our current independent and free life.

Following the anthem is the Youth Union song, its cheerful melody filling us with excitement and prompting a self-reminder to study hard and be deserving of Uncle Ho's exemplary descendants. Finally, the head of the Youth Union provides feedback on the school's academic performance and discipline for the past week, praising well-performing classes and addressing shortcomings in individuals and groups.

Although the flag-raising ceremony has concluded, its imagery remains vivid in my mind. The flag ceremony is not just an interesting lesson; it profoundly reinforces the love for our school, homeland, and country within the heart of every student.

So, it's Monday again! I arrived at school a bit earlier than usual because today marks the flag-raising ceremony.

The weather is splendid today! Fluffy white clouds float across the deep blue sky. In the schoolyard, everyone is present. People are dressed beautifully - the white uniform, black hair, and the vibrant red scarves worn by Youth Union members. Together, they blend like a garden in full bloom.

Rows of green, red, purple, and yellow chairs resemble a moving train. On the grandstand, the headmistress, principal, and vice principal are preparing for the flag-raising ceremony. The drum team, clad in pristine white uniforms, practices their beats: 'Tung! Tung! Tung!' The drumbeats resonate, prompting us to form orderly lines. When the whole school is settled, the commanding voice of the head of the Youth Union echoes: 'Invite teachers and all students to stand for the flag-raising ceremony.' 'Attention! Salute the flag... Salute!'

The little fists of Youth Union members rise. Thousands of eyes focus on the national flag. The once lively sounds of birds and laughter seem to vanish. From the loudspeakers, 'National Anthem.' 'The Vietnamese army marches, united in our mission to save the country, footsteps resounding on the challenging path ahead…' The song evokes memories of courageous soldiers who sacrificed for our nation's independence. As the anthem concludes, the Youth Union song begins: 'Together, we ascend following the footsteps of the Youth Union, striving to be worthy descendants of Uncle Ho…' The song serves as a reminder to diligently study and live up to the ideals of beloved Uncle Ho.

The National Anthem and Youth Union song conclude. The head of the Youth Union declares: 'For the socialist fatherland, for the noble ideals of Great Uncle Ho, we are ready!' The resounding shouts of 'We are ready!' fill the air, stirring a charged atmosphere. The principal then reviews the academic achievements and discipline of the fourth and fifth grades for the past week, praising our class for outstanding accomplishments in the November evaluation. The ceremony concludes, and we orderly return to our classrooms. Even inside the classroom, the image of the flag lingers, a reminder of the dear school adorned with weekly flags that will forever remain vivid in our minds.

Every Monday morning, our school holds a flag-raising ceremony. I really enjoy this ceremony because it gives me extra energy to start a new school week after each session.

Monday mornings mark the beginning of a school week, and due to the ceremony preparations, we arrive earlier than usual. At seven-ten, we're already at school, setting up chairs and forming neat lines, signaling the start of the flag-raising ceremony. Usually, if it's raining, the ceremony is postponed, but on beautiful days, the celebration unfolds in the joyous harmony of nature and human spirit.

We sit in the schoolyard, rows neatly arranged, creating a sea of white student uniforms and vibrant red scarves. The ceremony kicks off with the command: 'Adjust your attire, prepare for the flag-raising ceremony,' shouted enthusiastically by our Youth Union leader after reminding everyone to stand in formation. Stirring music fills the air, and we begin to sing the national anthem, our right hand held across our solar plexus, and our eyes fixed on the fluttering national flag.

During those moments, all that remains in me is pride and an unnamed emotion surging for our beloved homeland. It feels as if not only humans but also trees, chairs, and classrooms are immersed in that solemn space. Time swiftly passes during the ceremony, and the second part, summarizing the week's strengths and weaknesses, is equally vital. It's the moment when I can admire the panoramic view of our school.

The entire schoolyard is enveloped in a solemn yet pleasant atmosphere. Individuals and groups praised become excited, cheering and gaining motivation to strive and excel. Those critiqued take it as a reminder to improve. Even the usually mischievous students appear obedient and endearing during these flag-raising ceremonies. They sit attentively, listening to the announcements from the stage.

What I find most interesting is that at the end of each ceremony, there's a cultural performance by the school's cultural team. These performances uplift everyone's spirits for the upcoming week. The flag-raising ceremony concludes in jubilation on every student's face, and at that moment, I feel like I've gained extra spiritual strength for a school week filled with new and exciting experiences.

This morning, the schoolyard buzzed with excitement. Everyone eagerly awaited the solemn and impressive flag-raising ceremony, marking the beginning of a new school week filled with various activities.

Before the ceremony, everyone had gathered. From a distance, it looked like a swarm of white butterflies fluttering in the early morning sun. The colors of uniforms, scarves, and school bags blended into a vibrant and colorful picture. Groups of students gathered under the ancient trees, chatting and laughing. Some girls formed circles under the mango and flame trees, while boys played shuttlecock in shaded areas. Cheers erupted occasionally as impressive badminton moves dazzled onlookers.

On the school corridors, student groups were studying together. In front of the administrative office, the Head of the Unit was instructing the duty class to arrange chairs for teachers, hanging the national flag on the pole, and placing a statue of Uncle Ho and flowers on the table. Everything was prepared in a ready position. Suddenly, a drumbeat from the security room echoed, urging everyone to quickly move to their class gathering spots.

A few minutes later, under the guidance of homeroom teachers, all class blocks had lined up neatly. Only the first-grade students, guided by their homeroom teachers, had to work hard to get into position. On the stage, the Head of the Unit directed the classes to adjust their formation and checked the number of students in each class. After a few minutes, the formation stabilized, and the teacher returned to the microphone stand. Below the formation, murmurs of conversation continued.

After the principal's nod, the Head of the Unit, holding the microphone, advanced forward, right in the middle of the formation, and solemnly shouted:

– Attention! No one orders anyone, automatically stand at attention like a soldier in the unit. The space seemed to freeze for a moment. It felt like the branches of the phoenix tree and the meandering me tree, usually playful, were now silent without any movement. The loudspeaker rang out crisply before the ceremony.

– Facing the national flag of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam, salute... Salute! National anthem!

The majestic music filled the seemingly silent space, making the sound of the anthem more vibrant, solemn, and heroic. Hundreds of eyes gazed up at the flagpole, watching the national flag gracefully fluttering in the early breeze. The music ended with a warm, lingering tone. From the front row of class 5A, student Phi Ngan, the class leader, slowly approached the Head of the Unit, holding the microphone, and earnestly read Uncle Ho's five teachings.

The flag-raising ritual ended with a drumbeat, stirring the atmosphere and exciting the hearts of everyone. The first activity of the week began with the homeroom teacher Hoang Lan reading the duty class's report. This time, class 5B led the entire school. The class was asked to stand up, applauding the academic spirit, organizational discipline, and efforts to excel in the 'Good Mirror, Good Deed' movement, creating achievements to celebrate the Traditional Day of Vietnamese Teachers on November 20th. Applause resounded continuously until the principal signaled to stop.

Finally, the principal made remarks, reminding the entire school of some necessary tasks for the week. The ceremony ended in joyous celebration. The Drum Team's rhythmic drumbeats echoed, urging and cheering us on for the achievements in the first week of the competition. Sitting in my classroom, the atmosphere of the flag-raising ceremony lingered within me. The atmosphere was both quiet and solemn, expressing reverence, yet also proud and boastful of a heroic nation. Outside, under the green foliage of me and phoenix trees, a few birds were hopping and singing, harmonizing with our joy on the first day of the school week.

Everyone surely has unforgettable memories. It could be cherished moments or simply memories of a particular class or the first opening ceremony. I have such memories too, but the one that stands out the most is the memory of the first flag-raising ceremony when I entered sixth grade. It left indelible impressions that I can never forget.

It was a second Monday morning, and the weather made me feel very comfortable. I arrived at the class, prepared with chairs and hats. Right at seven fifteen, the lively drumbeat signaled the arrival of the flag-raising ceremony. At that moment, all students from all classes poured out like a flock of birds from every corridor. The school's stands had already been decorated and arranged with seats by the senior students.

Two rows of wooden seats, two rows each, were neatly and carefully arranged on both sides of the stands, leaving a wide space in the middle for a microphone and a high table with a red cloth on top, displaying the statue of Uncle Ho in a solemn yet beautiful manner. Underneath, all the students formed straight rows, looking like a military parade. As I was still unfamiliar, our homeroom teacher had to come down to guide us on how to arrange and order our rows properly. The senior students, being accustomed to the routine, arranged their rows quickly.

Finally, the preparation was complete. We had formed neat rows, and the teachers had gone up to the stands to get ready for the weekly flag-raising ceremony. The team leader swiftly announced for us to start the flag ceremony.

She loudly shouted: 'Flag salute! Salute!' - her voice echoed energetically. Immediately, we all raised our hands to the sun, eyes fixed on the flag. I don't know about others, but for me, every time I looked up at that red flag, it evoked a lot of special emotions. Next was the singing of the national anthem and the 'Youth Union Song.' All students sang loudly and uniformly. After the final verse, the Youth Union team leader shouted the slogan: 'For the Socialist Fatherland, for the great ideals of Uncle Ho, ready!' The whole school echoed with our response: 'Ready.'

Then, the teachers and students sat down, listening to the head teacher's comments on the discipline, unit activities of the entire school in the past week, and reading the commendation points of each class. Outstanding classes were praised, and any individuals or groups violating the school rules were disciplined. Everyone sat quietly, attentively listening during such moments. Luckily, our class didn't violate any rules this week, so we received praise from the school. Each of us was happy and excited, making a self-promise to try harder to receive more recognition from our teacher. Sometimes, while the teacher was speaking, a group of students from another class disrupted the order and was immediately reminded by the teacher.

After the teacher's remarks, we returned to class for the next lesson. Only the duty class remained to tidy up the chairs. Such flag-raising ceremonies always leave a lasting impression on me. After each flag ceremony, I feel more lively, refreshed, and ready for the lessons ahead.

Today, I noticed everyone dressed beautifully and neatly. Everyone's faces were radiant, eagerly awaiting the weekly flag-raising ceremony.

Now, it's the end of early winter, and the weather is brisk. The sky is clear without a single dark cloud. Rare sunlight tries to shine down on the schoolyard. The trees rustle in the wind, and birds sing, creating a colorful picture. Groups of girls sit together, sharing laughter, while boys playfully joke around, finding the newspaper quite amusing. However, they all remember to wear the red scarf.

Today, the teachers also look more stylish than usual. The female teachers wear elegant ao dai, and the male teacher looks handsome in a suit. Teachers move up and down the stairs, preparing for the ceremony. Under the schoolyard, rows of green, brown, and red seats are bustling. The ceremonial drum team, dressed in white, with caps on their heads, is ready. At exactly 7:30, the crisp sound of the drum signals the start of the flag-raising ceremony. The statue of Uncle Ho is brought out, as if he is attending the flag-raising ceremony with us.

We quickly line up. The command 'Flag salute! Salute!' from the head teacher echoes. Everyone stands solemnly, and the young buds raise their hands. The Drum Team's sound emerges. The national flag slowly rises to the top of the pole. Everyone looks up at the flag, feeling an indescribable emotion, as if the flag is reminding us to remember the heroes who sacrificed for the country's independence.

“The Vietnamese army marches together to save the country, footsteps resound on the long and arduous journey.” That is the beginning of the national anthem we often sing. It always accompanies us, reminding us to study diligently to contribute to the increasingly prosperous Fatherland. “Together, we ascend following the footsteps of the Youth Union, striving to be worthy of Uncle Ho's good descendants.” That is the Youth Union song. It will guide us in study, discipline, and play according to the five teachings of Uncle Ho. It will help us grow up, mature, and progress in this tender age.

The entire school is silent as the head teacher reads the oath: “For socialism, for the great ideals of Uncle Ho, ready!”. The whole school echoes with our response: “Ready,” breaking the silence. The birds still sing, the wind continues to blow, and the trees sway. The head teacher reads the commendation board. When I hear that our class is rated as 'Good,' I am very happy. After the principal's instructions, we go back to class one by one.

The images of the flag, the national anthem, the Youth Union song, along with the oath I heard during the flag-raising ceremony, will be the luggage accompanying me throughout my life, helping me contribute to society.

Every Monday morning, our entire school gathers in the middle of the courtyard for the weekly flag-raising ceremony. It's a collective activity that everyone eagerly anticipates.

The school bell echoes for a while at seven fifteen on Monday morning, and we quickly descend from our classrooms to assemble in the courtyard. Everyone is in a cheerful mood, starting a new week after a weekend break. Classes are arranged in two neat rows. Everyone is dressed in white uniforms, wearing red scarves solemnly, creating a beautiful image on the school grounds.

The sky is high and clear, the leaves on the trees rustle in the wind, and the birds chirp happily, welcoming a week full of learning joys. At the flagpole is a table with a portrait of Uncle Ho and a vase of vibrant flowers. From the podium, the head teacher commands, 'Attention! Salute the flag!' The solemnity of the flag-raising ceremony begins. All eyes follow the fluttering national flag while singing the national anthem.

In that solemn atmosphere, against the clear sky, the red flag with a yellow star stands out. Watching the national flag and singing the anthem heroically, emotions surge within me – gratitude for the heroes who sacrificed for us to study under the roof of this beloved school. In that emotional moment, even the birds hush, stopping their songs to immerse themselves in the ceremony. Only the gentle morning sunbeams shine down, making the scene of the flag-raising ceremony more sacred than ever.

After the national anthem, our Youth Union song resonates, like a promise from the young wearers of the red scarves, echoing the loud declaration, 'Ready!' for socialism, the ideals of Uncle Ho, and the greatness of the society. As the ceremony ends, the school grounds return to normal with the noise of laughter during break time. The leaves appear greener, and the birds continue their joyful melodies. We, on the other hand, prepare for another week full of learning energy.

To kick off a new school week with fruitful outcomes, we usually have a flag-raising ceremony on every Monday. And each flag-raising ceremony serves as motivation for us to strive hard, study diligently in this new week.

Every Monday morning, whether it's winter or summer, under the clear sky with scattered clouds, we prepare chairs, red scarves, and conical hats for the special weekly ritual. A large green backdrop is set up on the stage with the inscription 'Monday Flag-Raising Ceremony.' Looking at it, we feel more determined. As always, the Head of the Unit will present the agenda for the flag-raising ceremony. And at the end of her speech, applause echoes.

We are arranged to sit in two neat and quiet rows, class by class. If we talk, the unit leaders will note it down, and by the end of the week, our behavior will be assessed. Typically, the uniform on every Monday morning is a white shirt, trousers, and a red scarf, as mandated weekly by the school. We sit attentively, looking up at the stage.

Upon hearing the command 'Flag-raising' from the unit leader, the school falls unusually silent, and the loudspeaker starts playing the national anthem, marking the beginning of the Monday flag-raising ceremony at our school. This is the most sacred moment, as we all take pride in our country and what we inherit from the previous generations. During the flag-raising, we gaze at the red and yellow flag flying proudly above. We feel our hearts swell with joy.

After the flag-raising, we observe a minute of silence to commemorate the sacrifices of the fallen heroes. The ceremony concludes with a speech from the school principal. The teacher's voice is loud and resonant, enough to make us silent and attentive. The teacher comments on the achievements and shortcomings of the classes in the past week. Simultaneously, the teacher commends those with good academic performance and active participation, and announces plans for rewards. The teacher sternly criticizes those who misbehaved or violated school rules.

We sit seriously, listening to the teacher's comments, and very few can have private conversations. The end of the flag-raising ceremony is often accompanied by cheers and the sound of footsteps as students enter their classrooms, preparing for a new week full of energy. These Monday flag-raising ceremonies often leave a lasting impression, motivating me to study even harder.

Every Monday at seven-thirty, our school organizes a flag-raising ceremony. The ceremony involves teachers and students alike, leaving lasting impressions on me.

While we were playing under the courtyard, suddenly, 'Tung! Tung! Tung!' The sound of the drum signals the commencement of the flag-raising ceremony. Each class divides into two rows as per the regulations. The class banners stand tall in the hands of the class leaders. The red scarves flutter in the wind, complementing the pristine white uniforms. The morning sun gently shines on our faces, giving our cheeks a rosy tint.

The teachers are neatly dressed, and the drum corps, in their distinctive uniform, stands on the stage, preparing for the flag-raising ceremony. We stand up. The head teacher shouts, 'Attention! Flag-raising! Salute.' As the command ends, the arms of the senior students from the fourth and fifth grades rise to their foreheads. The drum beats intensify. The flag bearers stand in front of the stage, saluting the flag on cue. All of us stand still, gazing at the flag fluttering in the wind.

As the drum beats cease, Teacher Hang loudly exclaims, 'National anthem.' Everyone sings in unison, 'Arise, the compatriots on the journey...' The voices resonate evenly. Everyone sings passionately to express their deep love for the homeland. Eyes are fixed on the national flag. Heads held high, hands stretched straight to the sides, looking disciplined. Even the birds, which chirp joyfully every day, are silent today, as if wanting to hear our singing. After the national anthem, the team song follows. The students sing faster and more robustly. 'For the socialist homeland, for the great ideals of Uncle Ho!' 'Ready!' The rallying cry echoes like thunder.

After the flag-raising, Teacher Hang signals for us to sit. The atmosphere is somewhat noisy but quickly becomes orderly as she evaluates the week's competitions. Her voice is clear and easy to listen to. If our class receives the Excellent Flag, everyone is happy, and their faces light up. After that, she reminds us of the tasks for the next week. Everyone listens attentively to implement them well. Then, each of us takes a chair, returning one by one, bringing back the quiet atmosphere to the school yard.

I really enjoy these moments of the Monday flag-raising ceremony. The image of the sacred national flag is deeply imprinted in the mind of each of us. The red scarf I'm wearing symbolizes a corner of the national flag, reminding me to study hard and cultivate to become a good student.

Every Monday, I usually arrive at school earlier than usual because it's the day of the weekly flag-raising ceremony. The weather today is stunning! Fluffy white clouds lazily float in the deep blue sky. As we gather for the roll call, all the teachers urge and remind us to recite the poems well for each other. In the Principal's office, the Principal and the Head of the Youth Union are preparing for the flag-raising ceremony.

The drum beats signal the assembly. From the classroom doors, rows of students march rhythmically, following the drumbeat, towards the flag-raising position. When the whole school is in order, the energetic voice of Liên, the Youth Union leader, echoes from the loudspeaker: 'Attention! Flag-raising... Salute!'. The cute little hands of the Youth Union members reach up to their foreheads, eyes fixed on the National Flag. The red flag with a yellow star is slowly hoisted, following the rhythm of the National Anthem. The song reminds us of the brave soldiers who sacrificed for our country's independence. In front of the students, the teachers also solemnly face the flag with moved eyes. When the National Anthem and the Youth Union song conclude, the Head of the Youth Union energetically exclaims: 'For the Fatherland, for socialism, for the great ideals of Uncle Ho, ready!'

The sound resonates, echoing far and wide, stirring the entire space. The birds, normally chirping, are startled

and fly into the air, slowly returning to perch on tree branches. The Youth Union leader invites the Principal

to comment on the flag-raising ceremony and announce the plan for the week. She praises our seriousness during the ceremony. Then, she commends exemplary behaviors and good deeds of the past week and informs about the tasks for the next week. The ceremony concludes with the song 'As if Uncle Ho is with us on victorious days.'

We return to our classes one by one to start the first lesson of a new week. The image of the national flag still

lingers somewhere. The beloved school with the Monday flag-raising ceremony will forever remain vivid in our minds.

Every school, following the routine, organizes a flag-raising ceremony every Monday to review the activities of the previous week and outline plans for the new week.

After two days of rest on Saturday and Sunday for mental relaxation and recreational activities, I prepare for a new school week, starting with the Monday morning flag-raising ceremony. I wake up early, prepare my books, and don the prescribed uniform for Mondays: dark pants, a white shirt, a red scarf, a beret, and the plastic chair already arranged.

I arrive at school earlier than usual because our class has duty this week. The duty involves preparing the facilities for the flag-raising ceremony, such as carrying tables and chairs, preparing flowers and tablecloths, drums, and flags. Due to the weight and bulkiness, the responsibility of setting up the loudspeaker falls on the senior students.

When everything is ready, the sound of the drum signals the gathering. Classes form neat rows with tidy uniforms, red scarves, berets, and chairs. Teachers take their positions, each class has a red flag with a yellow star and a class number, held by the class president. The Youth Union leader invites teachers and students to stand up for the flag-raising ceremony. The commanding shout echoes: 'Flag ceremony! Attention!' The right hands of students rise in the correct flag salute motion, and the drum beats rhythmically as each class raises its flag high.

Next is the singing of the national anthem and the Youth Union anthem. All students sing loudly and uniformly. After the last verse, the Youth Union leader shouts the slogan: 'For the socialist homeland, for the ideals of Great Uncle Ho, ready!' The entire student body responds in unison: 'Ready!' Then teachers and students sit down, listening to the overall comments from the head teacher about the discipline and Youth Union activities of the entire school in the past week. They also announce the achievements of each class and commend those with excellent records, issuing disciplinary actions for individuals or groups violating school rules.

Following this, the principal gives remarks on the school's academic situation and outlines plans for the new week. When the drum signals the end of the ceremony, the teachers give the signal to disperse, and students return to their classes for the next lessons. The duty class remains to rearrange the chairs and bring back the equipment for the next flag-raising ceremony. The image of the national flag during the Monday flag-raising ceremony will forever remain vivid in our minds, inspiring a love for our homeland in each student and a deeper understanding of school activities.

Every Monday morning, I arrive at school earlier than usual to attend the weekly flag-raising ceremony. The sun is just breaking, round like a fiery sphere. The weather is still cool, and dewdrops on the leaves glisten in the morning light, resembling sparkling rubies. Somewhere, sparrows chirp, welcoming the new day.

Shortly after, the schoolyard comes alive. At exactly seven o'clock, three drum beats signal the start. Everyone is neatly dressed in white shirts and blue pants, with students in higher grades adorned with charming red scarves. All look adorable. People quickly take their designated positions. The command from Mr. Tong, in charge of the Youth Union, resonates: 'Flag ceremony... Attention!' Thousands of arms rise, eyes fixed on the national flag.

The majestic national anthem plays. At this moment, before my eyes, I see the victorious Vietnamese army marching towards the historic Ba Dinh Square to hear President Ho Chi Minh declare independence. The red flag with a yellow star is slowly raised by two girls in ceremonial uniform, following the rhythm of the anthem. Watching the proud flag fluttering in the wind, my heart is filled with gratitude for the heroes who sacrificed for our country's independence and the peaceful life we enjoy today and in the countless days to come.

After the national anthem, we continue with the Youth Union anthem. The drum beats resonate like awakening the ancient traditions passed down by our ancestors that today's youth is continuing, encouraging and cheering us on. It is truly proud and honorable for the Vietnamese youth, then and now, to stand boldly before their ancestors. Suddenly, I recall the lines by poet To Huu:

'Generation after generation,

They march together as comrades.'

The flag-raising ceremony concludes in a warm, solemn atmosphere. We sit attentively, listening to Mr. Tong's comments on the competition results from the past week. The class that performed the best bursts into cheers, applause resounds, and faces light up with joy. Then, discussions and whispers fill the air. The last part of the ceremony is the principal's guidance. Her warm voice reminds us to study harder, not to disappoint our parents and teachers. The Monday flag-raising ceremony may be short but is very meaningful. We enter the classroom carrying the joyful spirit of a new week.

This morning, the schoolyard was bustling and lively. Even before the start of the week, everyone had gathered.

From a distance, it looked like a swarm of white butterflies fluttering in the morning sun. The colors of shirts, scarves, and school bags blended in the silvery morning mist, creating a vibrant and colorful picture.

Here and there on the playground, groups of students were chatting and laughing. Under the me, phượng vĩ trees, a circle of girls watched others playing a game of spinning tops. In shaded areas, boys formed pairs to play shuttlecock. Some stood around, observing and cheering. Occasionally, cheers erupted as the shuttlecocks displayed beautiful and skillful arcs. Along the corridors of classrooms, groups were scattered, discussing homework. At the podium in front of the Principal's office, Mr. Head of the Youth Union was instructing the duty class in preparing seats for teachers, hanging the national flag on the pole, and placing a statue of Uncle Ho and flowers on the table.

Everything was prepared in readiness. Suddenly, a drumbeat from the guardroom echoed, urging everyone to quickly move to their assembly positions. A few minutes later, under the guidance of their homeroom teachers, all classes had neatly arranged themselves. Only class one, the homeroom teachers had to run up and down, assisting the students to stand in their correct positions. On the podium, the Head of the Youth Union directed the classes to adjust their formations and checked the number of students in each class. After a few minutes, the formation stabilized, and the teacher returned to the microphone and speakers. Below the formation, the buzz of conversations continued. After the nod from the principal, the Head of the Youth Union approached the front, right in the middle of the formation, and loudly commanded:

'Attention!'

No one told anyone, but everyone automatically stood solemnly like a soldier in formation. The space seemed to freeze for a moment. I felt as if at this moment, the branches of the phượng, the me trees that usually playfully swayed, also stood still without a single movement. The loudspeaker resounded before the podium:

'Turn towards the National Flag of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam! Flag salute... Attention!... National Anthem!'

The majestic music rose in the seemingly quiet space, making the anthem more resonant, solemn, and heroic. Hundreds of eyes were immersed, looking up at the top of the flagpole, watching the national flag gracefully fluttering in the early morning breeze. The music ended with a long, lingering note. From the front row of class 5A, Phi Ngan, the class monitor, slowly walked towards the Head of the Youth Union, holding the microphone respectfully, reading five teachings of Uncle Ho, and saluting. The flag salute ceremony ended with the drum beats, resonating and exciting the hearts of the participants.

The weekly activities began with the report of the duty class read by Ms. Hoang Lan. The class leading the entire school this time was class 5B. The teacher invited the whole class to stand up, commending their spirit of learning, organizational discipline, and efforts in promoting the movement 'Good role model, good deeds' to celebrate Vietnamese Teachers' Day on November 20. A round of applause erupted and continued until the teacher signaled to stop.

Finally, the principal gave her remarks, reminding the whole school of some necessary tasks for the week. The ceremony ended in joyful excitement. The sound of the Youth Union drum urged us on, cheering and celebrating our achievements in the first week of the competition movement.

Sitting in my classroom, the atmosphere of the flag-raising ceremony lingered in me. A blend of solemnity and respect, expressing reverence, and a sense of pride and heroism for a heroic nation. Outside, in the lush greenery of me and phượng trees, a few birds were hopping and singing, joining the joy of a new school week.

As is customary, every Monday morning, our school organizes the flag-raising ceremony. The sky is clear without a single cloud. The radiant sunlight fills the entire courtyard. A gentle breeze rustles through the trees, and the blossoming flowers emit a sweet fragrance, accompanied by the fluttering of butterflies.

On the corridors outside the classrooms, students are exchanging homework, lively discussions, and laughter echo across the schoolyard. The rows of phoenix trees and banyan trees lean toward each other, whispering softly. Birds such as sparrows, swallows, and magpies perch on branches, singing harmoniously, as if leading a choir accompanied by an orchestra.

Suddenly, three drum beats resound: “Tung! Tung! Tung!” signaling the beginning of the flag-raising ceremony. Classes gather at their designated positions. We remove our hats, adjust our scarves, and tidy our clothes, preparing for the ceremony. The school's drum team marches to the ceremony platform. Through the loudspeakers, a clear voice announces:

– Attention, everyone: Stand... at ease! Salute the flag... Salute!

We raise our right hands to our foreheads, gazing at the national flag slowly ascending, dancing gracefully atop the flagpole. The scene at that moment is truly solemn. The landscape is still, and the sound of the wind is distinctly audible, accompanied by the rustling of leaves. The drumbeat continues crisply. As the drumbeat ceases, we begin to sing the national anthem. The anthem's harmony is powerful, majestic, and exudes a sense of grandeur: “The Vietnamese army is advancing... steadfast and strong.”

Next is the Youth Union song. The song resonates passionately, possessing a captivating strength: “Together we advance... with each day moving forward.” Concluding the song, the Vice Principal exclaims: 'For the socialist republic, for the great ideals of Uncle Ho, we are ready.' Following this, she provides feedback on the flag-raising ceremony, announces the results of the classes' weekly competitions, and outlines the new challenges for the upcoming week. Classes that excel receive commendations and rewards. Our class, leading the entire school, receives an additional honorary flag. I feel joyous and excited, akin to receiving a personal reward.

Sitting in the classroom, the atmosphere of the flag-raising ceremony lingers. Thinking about the national flag, I perceive it as the sacred soul of our nation. The martyrs sacrificed so much blood and bone to dye the flag red with the quest for independence and freedom. I am determined to study hard to contribute my small part to the country in the future.