I still remember the memories of the first day of school. Last night, my mother helped me to prepare everything fully. The next morning, I woke up very early. At seven o'clock, my father took me to school on an old motorbike. In my heart, I feel joy and recovery. My father took me to class and told me to study hard. The teacher greeted me with a gentle smile. It's quiet in class. I went to my seat according to her assignment. The first lesson she taught was an exercise in spelling the letters. We listened enthusiastically to the teacher's lecture. The atmosphere in the class became more lively. The first lesson left me with many beautiful emotions.