Top 15 Finest Essays Describing My School Compound Before Morning Classes (Grade 5)

On beautiful mornings, my friends and I often sneak into school with excitement. The joy of our childhood is those moments before class or after class, the moments of admiring the schoolyard in the early morning.

The sky is clear, refreshing, and the air is very fresh. Only the sound of rustling leaves and the melodious chirping of birds can be heard. At this time, the schoolyard is calm, peaceful, and almost deserted. There are very few students at school. The lights in the classrooms gradually illuminate, and the fans slowly start, revealing rows of yellow chairs. Three L-shaped buildings leave an empty courtyard with the red flag fluttering, and there is no noise of students playing around.

The sun has risen, resembling a giant ball. The gentle rays shine down on the schoolyard, making it bright. Early morning dewdrops linger on the fresh green leaves, sparkling like pearls. A few minutes later, more students arrive. Now, the schoolyard is livelier than before. The laughter and voices of students echo throughout the schoolyard. Each one plays a game, some play badminton, some jump rope... Occasionally, cheers erupt to applaud the winners.

On the phoenix tree branches, the crape myrtle branches, the sparrows and finches compete to chirp and dance, as if cheering for the fun below. The teachers have all arrived to prepare for their lectures. The school bell lies silent, observing us. The brightly lit buildings gleam as if painted in gold. A few minutes later, the bell rings to start class: 'Ding! Ding! Ding!' and class begins. Outside, the atmosphere returns to tranquility and silence. Only the flag is fluttering, and the teacher's lecture echoes.

I really like the scenery of the early morning because it is a quiet and memorable scene.

Today is a beautiful morning as I arrive at school earlier than usual to participate in the flag-raising ceremony. The bold red letters 'Cat Linh Elementary School' stand out against the white background.

In the schoolyard, the janitors are diligently sweeping the grounds, and a few duty students are opening the classroom doors. A gentle breeze sweeps through, bringing a refreshing feeling as I step onto the classroom porch. The rows of desks are neat and orderly. Despite all classrooms having the same layout, including the blackboard, I still find my class more endearing. Each seat evokes memories of familiar faces. Here is where Trinh sits, and there is where Thu sits.

The teacher's desk brings to mind the gentle and kind face of our teacher while lecturing. The blackboard, familiar and solemn, stands tall on the wall. Shortly, our teacher will fill it with valuable lessons. Above is the administrative office block. The principal's silhouette is faintly visible in the office. The sun is up, and the first rays start to shine down on the courtyard, creating a warm sensation.

The schoolyard caretaker, wearing his customary checkered cement-patterned shirt, adds a cozy touch to the courtyard. Although the yard is expansive, it feels warm because of the four classroom blocks surrounding it. Standing proudly in the middle is the towering flagpole. The schoolyard has many large trees, but my favorite is the flamboyant tree. In summer, it blooms with vibrant red flowers. Over there is the charming school garden, where we often engage in manual labor, and occasionally, we have outdoor lessons. The yellowish wall, fading over time, steadfastly protects our school. As the flag-raising time approaches, the schoolyard becomes livelier and more bustling.

I truly adore my school. It has witnessed countless tranquil and bright memories of us.

For each of us, it is fortunate to have the opportunity to bring books to school. And what's even more wonderful is to admire the school scenery at different times. But for me, the most impressive is the scene of our school before morning classes.

Today, I woke up very early and went to school earlier than usual. On the way, I could leisurely listen to the first sounds of the new day without rushing to school like every other day for fear of being late for class, quietly contemplating nature just waking up. That day was a beautiful morning, the sky was clear, high, and the air was cool. I arrived at school with a relaxed soul, inhaling the freshest air.

From a distance, the beloved school faintly appeared under the green tree branches. The newly awakened branches seemed to sway gently to greet the students. The schoolyard only faintly saw some early students, not as lively as during recess. The schoolyard suddenly became unusually quiet. After a while, the weekly duty class arrived for their shift, and the sounds of brooms and calling each other became livelier. The student motorbikes were also sparse at this time. The cool breeze swept across the schoolyard, making the red national flag flutter in the early sun. On the tree branches, the birds chirped as if cheering for a new day. The classroom doors, painted green, were wide open to welcome us in.

Today, I had the opportunity to admire the entire school garden. I walked slowly and looked at its beauty. The glamorous roses seemed to invite everyone to enjoy. On the petals, dewdrops glistened in the morning sun, looking truly beautiful. Then the yellow chrysanthemums also bowed before the wind. The gentle fragrance of various flowers blended together, making us feel very comfortable.

Later, the sun was like a fiery ball gradually rising high, casting the early morning rays onto the schoolyard, making it bright.

That sun made us feel comfortable, not glaring and harsh like the noon sun. By now, the students had arrived in sufficient numbers. Teachers strolled across the schoolyard, smiling affectionately when meeting their students. The ao dai, traditional Vietnamese dresses, of the teachers fluttered in the wind. Tung... tung... tung, and the class began; the atmosphere outside the schoolyard became quiet again. And I had to step into the classroom to prepare for the first lesson.

Being able to admire the school scenery before class is truly fascinating. This school has nurtured dreams for generations of students to soar higher and farther to new horizons.

For every student, our school is like our second home. For me, the school is all the memories of my school days. Loving the school and the class, I enjoy the feeling of coming to school early to admire the scenery of the school before classes.

When I arrive, it's also the time the school security guard opens the gate to welcome students to class. At that time, there are only those who come early for duty or those who live nearby. Although located in the city center, my school is still vast. The school gate is wide, with two tall stone columns. Above is a blue sign, prominently displaying the words 'Chu Van An Primary School' in bright red. Below the words are the school's address and phone number.

When I pass through the school gate, those who come early each do their own thing. Some are reviewing lessons, some are taking care of their class flower beds, and there's someone washing the board cleaning cloth at the water tap at the end of the yard. Only a moment of being absorbed in admiring the school scenery without noticing, looking back on the schoolyard, I see that the students have become more crowded. The schoolyard is now starting to bustle with shouts and laughter. Everywhere in the schoolyard are bright, cheerful faces with vibrant red scarves over their shoulders.

Somewhere, a few students who haven't had breakfast yet deserve to enjoy their morning meal. Those on duty try to complete their tasks, while others play games: badminton, jump rope, tug of war. The schoolyard scene is truly lively and bustling.

The sun has risen high, casting early morning rays across the schoolyard, through the windows into each classroom. The gentle wind rustles through the birch leaves. Birds fly from branch to branch, very excited. At exactly 6:45 am, the drum signals the start of class with a 'tung, tung' sound. Students promptly go to their classrooms. The schoolyard becomes quiet again.

The scenery of my school before class is truly beautiful. I love admiring the schoolyard scenery at that time. The excitement on the playground has made me more enthusiastic during the lessons with teachers.

Every morning, I eagerly arrive at school early to relish the ambiance of our school before classes begin.

The school gate is already open, and only a few students are present—some on duty, others living nearby like myself. Some are revising lessons, while others tend to their class garden or wash the chalkboard at the water tap.

As the class start time approaches, more students flood in, and the real vibrancy kicks in. Suddenly, the schoolyard comes alive with greetings, laughter, and vibrant faces adorned with striking red scarves. Perhaps a few teachers who woke up late sneak into a corner to grab a quick breakfast while observing the various games.

The students on duty are rushing to complete their tasks before classes commence. Teachers have also gathered in full force. The sun radiates its brilliance, casting golden rays across the entire schoolyard and into each classroom. The gentle breeze rustles the trembling poplar leaves, as if they are joyfully greeting their little friends. A few birds from the treetops curiously swoop down, seemingly fascinated by the lively scene below. Fifteen minutes later, the drum announces the start of class with a rhythmic 'tung, tung.' Students briskly head to their respective classrooms, and the schoolyard returns to tranquility.

Every school day brings me immense joy. This summer, I will have to leave this beloved school as I advance to the 6th grade in a different institution. I will dearly miss this cherished school of mine.

A new day begins. Today, I arrived at school earlier than usual because it's my duty day.

Stepping out of the car, I noticed the school was still quite empty, with only a few students around. Soon, the area became quite crowded, with people standing on the sidewalk, sitting in cars, filling up the entrance gate. Some parents hurriedly adjusted their children's books and uniforms to ensure neatness, while others quickly stuffed breakfast into their backpacks. A few bent close to their child's ear, offering some last-minute advice, then waved goodbye before letting the car drive away. Beyond that gate, laughter, lively chatter, and energetic games filled the air.

Behind the school, teachers' cars streamed in, lining up near the third-grade classrooms. The most bustling area was undoubtedly the cafeteria. Rows of tables were placed close together, yet there wasn't an empty seat. Students seized the opportunity to eat quickly before the security guard drummed to signal the start of classes. Some younger students from the first and second grades had breakfast prepared by their parents. 'Tung... tung... tung...'—the drum signaled the beginning of class. Students automatically formed neat lines, preparing to enter their classrooms.

Once all students were in their classrooms, the vibrant sounds of laughter and play from the schoolyard below faded away. In their place, the hum of reading and the echoes of teachers' lectures filled the air. The sky became clearer and more expansive. The wind rustled the fresh green poplar leaves, and somewhere on a tree branch, a bird chirped melodiously.

The schoolyard was bustling before the lesson. After all students entered their classrooms, the sunlight spread across the schoolyard. A few birds swooped down to eat the leftover crumbs from our snacks. Most notable were the rhythmic sounds of our reading that echoed far and wide. The class has begun!

I adore my school, with dear friends and kind teachers, showered with boundless affection. Indeed, I truly love my school. But most of all, I cherish the scene at my school before the lessons begin.

In the morning, I enjoy arriving early to admire the panoramic view of the school. In the dawn's light, the school appears more extensive, the playground spacious, quiet, and pristine. Three rows of classrooms form a U-shape with yellow-painted walls and bright glass doors, making my school seem more enchanting and mystical. As summer approaches, the phoenix trees bloom with vibrant red flowers, adorning every corner of the schoolyard. The ancient banyan trees stretch tall, their large leaves spreading generously. Hanging on the trunks are numerous motivational quotes and proverbs, seemingly guiding us to live better.

With each gentle breeze, the leaves sway and rustle, as if whispering secrets. Amid the schoolyard, the red flag with a yellow star continues to flutter in the wind, beckoning everyone to move forward. Here and there, small flower beds bloom. Roses, chrysanthemums, and marigolds compete to show their colors and release fragrances, embellishing our school even more. On the petals, a few dewdrops glisten like pearls.

At this moment, the sun, like a soft flying ball, is gradually rising, casting gentle rays like golden ribbons across the entire schoolyard—also the time when students start arriving. Inside the classrooms, some students are erasing the boards and tidying up. The schoolyard is filling up; voices and laughter become lively. Friends enter the class, while others linger on the playground. Some students find shady spots under trees to enjoy the remainder of their breakfast. Suddenly, the drum sounds loudly. We hurry like white rabbits, forming lines to enter the classrooms, preparing for the first 15 minutes of recitation. A formal day of learning begins.

Each day passing by, the school becomes my second home. There, I study and play. There, I have many close friends, as well as teachers who have imparted knowledge and boundless love. The scene at my school before the lessons forever leaves the deepest impressions of my school days.

Early morning habits have become a routine for me, allowing me to embrace the first sounds of a new day and admire the beloved school scenery before classes start.

On my way, I leisurely listen to the early morning sounds, silently observing nature as it awakens. Going to school early gives me the opportunity to witness the beauty of my school grounds before the hustle and bustle of the day begins.

From a distance, the school appears faintly behind tall, towering trees, resembling a picturesque painting. The school gate seems to be reaching out to welcome students. With its three U-shaped yellow-painted buildings, my school looks enchanting in the fresh and cool air of the day.

The sky is high, clear, and vividly blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily. The sun is casting its first rays of refreshing sunlight onto the ground, making the rays playfully dance on branches and leaves. This sunlight is soothing rather than harsh, unlike the midday sun. Some dewdrops cling tenaciously to the leaves, sparkling like pearls. Could it be that dew is the gem of the earth and sky?

The banyan and phoenix trees seem rejuvenated, soaked in the purest essence of earth and sky. Birds chirp happily as they move from branch to branch, singing a welcoming song for a new and auspicious day. The cool breeze sweeps across the school grounds, making the red flag flutter in the early morning sun. Doors painted in green are wide open, ready to welcome us into the classrooms.

More and more students arrive at school. Outside the school gate, some students bid farewell to their parents with joy and run into the schoolyard. Others arrive early for duty, the swishing sounds of their brooms adding a cheerful melody to the scene. Those not on duty sit on stone benches, chatting happily, reviewing old lessons, or preparing for the day's studies. Some groups start familiar games like blindfolded tag, cat and mouse, or jump rope. In no time, the schoolyard is filled with the laughter of students. Teachers stroll across the schoolyard, smiling warmly when they meet their students. The ao dai of the teachers flutters in the wind. In their hands, each teacher carries a lesson plan, heading towards the classrooms to prepare for today's lessons.

Observing the school scenery before class, I feel a deeper love for my school. This place has guided me to become who I am, paving the way for my dreams. Teachers are the silent boatmen leading me to the horizon of knowledge, and friends are like close siblings, sharing every joy and sorrow in life.

This morning, as it was my turn for class duty, I had to arrive earlier than usual. It was a chance for me to witness the serene scenery of the school grounds. It was entirely different from the usual bustling atmosphere of the mid-morning when arriving just half an hour early would reveal a distinct contrast. I felt like I was entering a strange place, although this place was already so familiar to me.

Upon my arrival, everything seemed to be still in the embrace of sleep. The security guard had not yet opened the school gate. Standing outside, I gazed and listened. Everything was quiet; the landscape appeared dreamy, occasionally veiled in the drifting mist. Rows of trees stood silently. However, unbeknownst to me, everything was stirring, preparing to come to life. And this moment marked the transition between night and day.

First came the sun, bringing light. Though not yet glaringly bright, dawn quickly claimed the land, illuminating the scenery. Then came the wind. In just a moment, the gentle breeze, seemingly leisurely, dispelled the last remnants of mist lingering among the trees and delicately rustled the leaves. Without notice, young birds awakened, lively chirping, heralding the start of a new day. The entire school area revealed its usual appearance, and in just a little while, the energetic atmosphere of the day's classes was about to unfold.

Several other students on duty like me had arrived. The security guard had opened the gate, turning off the protection lights. We greeted the guard and entered the schoolyard. In this U-shaped school area, I had been here for over three years, but in this early morning dew, I felt a different panorama and an indescribable, awe-inspiring sensation. Perhaps, it was because every day, I came to school during the noisiest and most bustling time, repeating the scenes of bikes, motorcycles, footsteps, and stories over and over again, so I couldn't experience those new feelings.

Even the sign outside the gate 'Ai Mo Elementary School,' and the large slogan 'Learn Courtesy Before Learning Literature' that usually confronted me when going to school were strikingly different today. Yet, today, they evoked a strange, profound, and unusual feeling. Passing through the entrance gate, through the courtyard, I noticed the office of the Headmaster, situated between two rows of classrooms, with the door still closed. The drum by the sidewalk, yet to be awakened, lay rounded on the wooden shelf. I glanced at the first to the third-grade classrooms on the ground floor. All windows, entrances, and exits were painted the same green and were tightly closed. Some bats were flittering, making their final loops before darting into their nests to escape the morning sun.

Following the stairs to the second floor, I reached the fourth and fifth-grade classrooms. Some doors were open, and there were voices. On the railing of the last room, a bulbul bird perched, singing energetically. Suddenly, I saw a figure, and it swiftly flew into the cluster of trees outside the schoolyard, yet continued singing. Then, the entire school area seemed to brighten as the morning sunlight reflected off the pure white lime walls. Additionally, a gust of wind echoed a simulated drum roll, signaling the beginning of a new school day. The vibrant and lively atmosphere of classes gradually emerged, enveloping the school area.

The wind seemed to strengthen, blowing over the banyan trees, cypress trees, and phoenix trees. The vibrant clumps of flowers also seemed excited, gently swaying, making the morning dewdrops glisten like magical jewels. The national flag felt the wind and began to flutter. Then people started to gather, and every class entered their respective rooms.

Thanks to this duty morning, I had the opportunity to observe my school's scenery more attentively. I love my school very much because 'coming to class and school, where love, friends, teachers, and everything are full of joy...' and surely no one feels otherwise about their beloved school.

This morning, my mom brought me to school earlier than usual due to some sudden business. However, this allowed me to take a moment to admire the school scenery before class. It was an incredibly tranquil and peaceful space.

Rarely do I get to observe the school environment during these quiet moments. I felt like a curious child exploring every corner to discover the serenity. The school, designed in a U-shape with two three-story buildings on either side for classrooms and a two-story building in the middle for work and meetings of teachers, was devoid of anyone. I strolled beneath the green leaves, breathing in the fresh morning air.

Behind the schoolyard, the soccer field, usually alive with boys playing various games, now rested quietly, with only the delicate tapping sound of dewdrops transforming beneath the grass. In the garden, flowers were proudly displaying their vibrant colors and blossoming fragrances. The large, ancient trees on the school grounds stretched their branches to welcome the morning breeze. The lingering mist rapidly dissipated as the early daylight touched the ground.

In the classrooms, the blackboard still bore traces of previous lessons, waiting for students. The desks and chairs, initially empty, eagerly anticipated their occupants. Next to the neat stack of test papers, lesson notebooks, and class lists on the teacher's desk, the outside hallways seemed incredibly silent without the laughter of children. Closed doors stood quietly, patiently waiting.

The sun gradually ascended, the tree branches began to sway in the wind, and figures started to appear at the school gate. Under the schoolyard, a few students began to raise lively voices. The once silent yard now echoed with the pure laughter of students. A new day had arrived, and a class session was about to begin. I joined my classmates, preparing for a productive day.

School is a place that gives us many memories, joy, and laughter. It provides beautiful fragments of memories to carry with us into the future. Even as I grow up and step into different schools, I will never forget that dreamy corner of the schoolyard on that day - a few beautiful moments of my beloved school before class.

Today is an early Monday morning, and it's my week for duty, so I arrived at school unusually early. It's the first time I've come this early, giving me the opportunity to observe the school in the morning.

The weather today is truly beautiful. The morning is still cool, and the sunlight hasn't emerged yet. The morning air is fresh and invigorating. The rustling of leaves and the melodious chirping of birds fill the air. At this moment, the schoolyard is quiet and serene because very few students have arrived. The school building, painted in bright yellow, stands out beautifully in the mist, appearing elegant and picturesque. The classrooms are still closed, and the lights haven't been turned on. The rows of trees sway in the wind, creating a tranquil atmosphere that seems to be understood by everyone.

Shortly after, the sun, resembling a fiery sphere, gradually rises higher, casting the morning rays down on the schoolyard, making it shine brightly. The dewdrops on the leaves of the maple trees in the middle of the schoolyard sparkle like pearls.

Before long, students start pouring into the courtyard, bringing life and noise. Laughter and conversations echo throughout the schoolyard. Calls and greetings fill the air. In every corner of the yard, groups of friends engage in different activities - some play badminton, some jump rope, while others sit under a tree, reviewing their lessons. Teachers have also arrived, preparing for their lessons.

After a while, the sound of the bell rings: “Ding! Ding! Ding!” signaling the start of the first class. Students rush into their classrooms. Outside, the atmosphere becomes calm again. The school flag flutters gently in the wind. I really enjoy the scene of my school before classes. Even if I have to leave this school one day, I will always remember it.

Childhood, a magical and exciting time for each of us. Anyone who hasn't stolen away to school has truly missed out on an unfortunate experience, losing a dreamy period of youthful years. The joy of our childhood lies in the seconds, the minutes spent gathering together before class, during breaks, or walking home together after school...

Every beautiful morning, we, the little ones, used to go to school together, brimming with excitement and anticipation for an exciting day of lessons. Especially in these lively days leading up to Tet, everyone wants to arrive at school earlier than usual, to share more moments together, preparing for a week of parting to celebrate Tet at home.

The excitement and joy of childhood seem to be spreading to the surroundings. The main gate of the school with the inscription: “Ly Tu Trong Primary School” in shiny yellow stands out on a red background, freshly painted, looking splendid! The walls surrounding the school are coated with a white lime-like color, dazzling to the eyes. In the middle of the schoolyard, there's a row of phoenix trees with branches full of leaves, swaying in the morning breeze as if cheering for us kids. On the left and right are rows of classrooms running parallel to the phoenix trees, now painted in a gentle green, looking soothing.

The schoolyard becomes busier, everywhere filled with the cheerful voices of the kids. Mixed with the sounds of motor vehicles, they create a lively chain of vibrant sounds. Standing on the second and third-floor corridors, looking down at the crowded schoolyard, it seems like there are white butterflies with hundreds of children fluttering around. The miscellaneous sounds, the hustle and bustle, like the chirping of sparrows, swaying bamboo flutes, the songs of magpies... laughter... resonate, like an instrumental composition without lyrics.

Oh! Look over there, under the phoenix trees, there are small heads huddled together playing games like jumping rubber band, or shooting marbles... Beyond, away from the trees, away from the leaves, the places where balls are flying up and down, creating a beautiful sight. Just like dandelion fluff floating in the wind. The phoenix trees also sway with each morning breeze, seemingly wanting to celebrate with us kids. The morning sun now floods the schoolyard. The gentle rays infiltrate every leaf, filling the empty spaces between the leaves, reaching the white uniforms, the youthful skin, making the children's cheeks blush. It seems like all the scenery, the clouds, are sharing the joyful excitement with us kids, the joy of the early spring days leading up to Tet.

“Ding...! Ding...! Ding...!” the three beats of the drum ring out, echoing like a signal that class is about to begin. The schoolyard seems to pause for a moment. All the games come to a temporary halt. In front of the ground floor classrooms, up to the second and third-floor corridors. All students from every class are neatly lined up, preparing to step into the classroom. A new day has begun.

For each of us, the scene of the schoolyard before each class is an unforgettable paradise of childhood. That paradise with countless wonders. It will always be the beautiful, peaceful memories of childhood. It will linger in our hearts, even in the future, like a joy that's hard to find in life.

Standing on the third floor, I gaze at the serene schoolyard in the early morning and think about the days when I'll have to leave this beloved school. In the early morning, the schoolyard is truly peaceful. The school gate stands still, waiting for the little ones to go to school.

The trees stand still, not swaying because the footsteps of the students are yet to be heard. The stone benches are empty, no one has come to sit, read a book, and have breakfast. Many classrooms haven't turned on their lights. The schoolyard seems to be in a state of half-sleep, with only the pigeons running outside the school gate picking up food, and they seem happy that the students haven't arrived yet.

The security guard has opened the school gate. On the schoolyard, there are only a few students who have come early for duty and some friends, living near the school like me, have arrived early. Some are reviewing lessons, some are taking care of their class's flower beds, and there's someone washing the blackboard erasers at the water tap at the end of the yard. As the class time approaches, more and more students come to school. The real excitement begins. Suddenly, the schoolyard becomes lively, bustling. The sounds of greetings, laughter, and chatter fill the air. Across the schoolyard, bright faces, vibrant with red scarves, are seen everywhere. Some teachers and students might have woken up late this morning, not having had breakfast yet, so they gather in a corner of the yard, eating and observing the games.

About ten minutes later, the brisk footsteps from the school gate rush toward the classrooms. Like squirrels, the students rush to the playground for games of tag, marble shooting, and jump rope. Some sit on stone benches, holding pieces of bread, reading comic books. As time passes, the schoolyard becomes more crowded. Laughter echoes across the schoolyard.

In the classrooms, the lights are on, highlighting the neat and shiny desks and chairs. The teacher has been at the front, grading papers for a while. The students on duty diligently perform their morning duties to welcome a new day of study, clean and fresh. The school scene is vibrant. Then the school bell rings, signaling the start of class.

Saying goodbye to the lively morning on the schoolyard, I once again see how beautiful and peaceful my school is. Tomorrow, when I leave, I will remember this school a lot.

Summer knocks on the earth's door with a myriad of scorching golden rays, intense heat, and vibrant red phoenix flowers. Summer has also arrived at my school with hurried exams and tests, accompanied by the urgent beat of the drum. Over the years, I have been attached to the school, but today I suddenly realize its beauty, especially the scene before class.

Approaching the school, the gate stands tall in front of me with the words 'Primary School Dịch Vọng A.' It's early in the morning, so the school gate is still sparsely populated. Inside the school, the scene is tranquil. The high sky is clear blue, a few fluffy clouds lazily drift as if reluctant to fly towards the end of the sky. The sun shines brightly, painting the schoolyard with a fresh hue.

Everything awakens after a long night. The green leaves sway gently with the breeze, creating soothing, delightful sounds. In no time, students start to gather, and the schoolyard becomes lively. The faces of the students are full of excitement. In the yard, friends play happily together. Some play football, some play basketball, and others play badminton.

On the branches of the phoenix trees, the sparrows and finches compete in singing as if cheering, immersing themselves in the joy of the students. The rows of classrooms have opened their doors to welcome students. Under the sun, the glass windows become sparkling. The teachers have all arrived at school to prepare for their lectures. A few minutes later, the school bell suddenly rings, 'Tung... tung... tung...'. Class has begun. The schoolyard returns to tranquility. Only the sounds of the teachers' lectures and the students' discussions fill the air. Even the birds seem to stop singing to listen to the lessons.

The scene of my school before the morning class is truly beautiful and vibrant. Yet, the day is approaching when I have to leave this beloved school. Wherever I go, in my heart, the images of teachers, friends, and especially the schoolyard every morning will be forever engraved.

Our school is so beautiful! Most beautiful are the early mornings before class. At that time, the sun rises like a giant golden ball, casting gentle rays down on everything. The earth wakes up after a long night. It's when we excitedly come to school to admire the beauty of a new sunny day.

The schoolyard is lively, bustling from a distance, resembling a swarm of white butterflies fluttering in the morning sun. The colors of clothes and scarves blend in the early mist, shimmering. When did the school gates open? People coming and going, bustling like a festival. In the schoolyard, the palm and phoenix trees still hold morning dew like sparkling gems amidst the green leaves, welcoming familiar faces. The schoolyard becomes animated with laughter and lively conversations.

First graders, accompanied by their parents, carry bags and water bottles to their classrooms, their faces still innocent. Older students, familiar with the school, run and play like playful calves on the grassy hill. Throughout the schoolyard, various games for the little ones unfold, captivating and enticing. Here playing marbles, there kicking a shuttlecock, and over there, a game of tag… Cheers and applause occasionally rise, praising the beautiful trajectory of colorful balls or a precise shot from some 'sharpshooter.'

Groups of girls are equally vibrant. The familiar jump-rope game is always attractive to everyone. The rope twists gracefully with rhythmic jumps, resembling 'circus artists' performing rope jumping on a small stage. On the diệp and phoenix branches, sparrows, robins, and finches compete in singing, as if cheering for the joy below.

I actively participate in tug-of-war. Because I pull very strongly and often bring victory to my team, my friends give me the amusing nickname: 'steam locomotive.' In the hallways, some groups gather, discussing animatedly about unsolved exercises.

Immersed in this lively atmosphere, children's songs play from the loudspeaker in the equipment room, creating a vibrant and lively scene in my schoolyard before class, much like a 'Phù Đổng' festival of talents and strength.

Even though we will part with the joyful days of childhood, the lingering memory of those beautiful sunny mornings in the schoolyard before class will remain in our hearts with the sweetest and most soothing taste.