Meet--September with blooming osmanthus

When I was a child, I met you in September with blooming osmanthus, and you became my spiritual food. September - the fruitful season, I suck the nectar of knowledge and swim in the ocean of knowledge. You brought me into your world, I started to learn 123, you made me appreciate the mystery of numbers; I started to understand abc, you made me realize the magic of letters; I started to write one or two Third, you made me realize the charm of Chinese characters... From then on, my young mind was completely occupied by you. You - my spiritual food!

Meet you in June when the sun is burning

When I was in middle school, I made an appointment with you in June when the sun was burning, and you became my spiritual food. Travel in the long river of history, up and down for thousands of years, and span tens of thousands of miles; shuttle in the palace of literature, read the wind, rain, and emotions; climb to the peak of English to see society and life. In the early morning, I held my Chinese books, walked on the playground, and read slowly. I read out the radiance of "I am afraid of being relaxed and strong, and I want to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon." The spirit of selfless dedication of "A torch turns to ashes before tears dry up", and the saying "A martyr's old age is full of ambition"... In the evening, I held a physics textbook, experienced the role of pressure, the existence of friction, and experienced the magic of Archimedes' principle. ...From then on, you paved the way for me to walk the road of life.

You - my spiritual food!

It is you who beautifies the space in which I live; it is you who blocks the scorching sun above my head; it is you who breaks through my worries