当骄阳无情地炙烤着大地,暴风雨不断来袭的时候,我又迎来了一年一度的毕业季。当我在教室里给孩子们布置着题为“别了,我的校园”的作文时,我的内心也和孩子们一样,酸甜苦辣咸,五味皆陈。然而不同的是,孩子们将回忆他们的初中三年的风风雨雨,而我也想诉说我在花所中学的那段难忘的岁月。离开花所中学,已两年,未曾离开的日子里,没有感受到它的独特之处,而真正离去的时候却有几分不舍与留恋。因为,它毕竟 When the sun ruthlessly roasted the earth, storm strikes, I usher in the annual graduation season. When I arranged for children in the classroom the essay entitled “Farewell, my campus ”, my heart is like children, sweet and sour, all kinds of taste. However, the difference is that children will recall the ups and downs of their junior high school for three years, and I would also like to tell the unforgettable years I spent at Huasuo High School. After leaving the middle school of Huasuo for two years and never leaving, I did not feel the uniqueness of the place, but when I really left, I had some sadness and nostalgia. Because, after all, it