Dear Sam,

    Elementary School I am studying is a school of Dongp Song area, a poor school in the facilities, all times full of childhood laughter and warmth from the devoted heart of these Teacher.

   Remembering the first day to step into the head gate, I was very disappointed to see two levels of Lieu 4 levels, roof tiles and the walls left old green moss. The school yard mixed with gravel mixed with sour soil, every time there is a wind that blows comes as a shirt that changes to brown yellow, limbs, facial faces are also slipped.

    Behind two ranges Level 4 houses arranged into L-shaped is a series of toilets for men and women. Called the sequence, but only 2 bathrooms were built with 4 surrounding walls, 2 separate walkways, one for men, one for women and in the middle is a high partition with one person big. It doesn't even have a door.

      Around the school yard, there are several trees, eucalyptus trees, ancient coworking trees, in the school gate right next to the school administration department is a high phoenix tree that has reached the roof of the house. Perhaps, it's just grown not long ago. In addition, the school yard looks smooth. Without a soccer field, there is no badminton playground and there is no traditional room for arts activities. Everything here was different from the school I used to study in the town in the first grade, before I followed my parents to live back to my hometown to take care of her grandmother.

       Then the first year of studying in this school, I was enjoying a lot of interesting things that might only be able to appear in my hometown as my hometown. The rainy days of storms and storms, the rosean tilted, the tiles were continuously hitting each other, accompanied by the column of the stuck, huddly.

        There was a long rainy rain, our students had to cassava shirt shirts, the book pair to the head and wading away from the entrance in the classroom. The tables and chairs were shifted messy, not in any way, only to avoid leaked places. The water flooded in the classroom, my homeroom teacher went to the pants to the knees and then the package walked over to step back to the text.

          It's strange that these difficulties make me more love this school. Because it helps me understand the lives of destination people who are miserable, it teaches me how to adapt to harsh circumstances, and most importantly, it lets me feel the heart of teachers and people , do not work hard, still teach us.

          Now, I have been a high school student, my school has also been funded by the state to build a more spacious editing. Two 4-level 4-level houses are replaced by a block of 2-storey yellow paint. Tables and chairs are also replaced according to standards for elementary students. The flagpole is cast with concrete and then familiar with cement balls, replacing the muscle column made of bamboo piles cracked along vertical cracks. The school yard is also cleanly poured with clean concrete, no sand gravel, dust flying around, then has a lot of green trees.

         The letter is long. Now, I am busy because I am cleaning the room. Bye Sam, see you later my best friend.