I love the school, the familiar school, the simple but simple and simple school, with my arms and the pupils and students in my arms. The school is beautiful. From the front gate is always open to welcome students, to the guard, and to groups of friends who share the joys and sorrows, ... so many memories, memories. The school is the river of consciousness, on which the teachers are devoted, diligently driving the boat to the destination - where it belongs. Perhaps that is why generations of students always give the school abundant emotions, unforgettable feelings and then to pass through the school gate, everyone's hearts are full of attachment and restlessness but do not dare to return. . In my heart, I am always quiet with the days of happiness and sadness with my friends, the times I listen to the profound lectures of the teachers, until the seasons when Royal Poinciana blooms in the schoolyard, each flower is like every heart of the school. birth, so profound. Despite leaving the homeland, away from the country, but in our hearts always the shadow of the school, still familiar, still as warm as ever.