As time fleet, I be about to elementary school graduates, to everything of campus, I appear more be reluctant to leave. Walk into campus, an ineffable sadness emerges mind, see at the moment lofty cedar, distressed can't help emerging nose needle.
随着时间的飞逝，我即将小学毕业，对校园的一切，我似乎更加留恋。一走进校园，一股莫名的伤感便涌上心头，看见眼前高大的雪松，一股酸楚不禁涌上鼻尖。
One grade when, walk into campus for the first time, mom is pulling my little hand to move toward a classroom. Pass through a window, I saw stand erect that cedar between two education building. Far look, it that is brawny truncal resemble a post, dense leaf gathers together, make a person dazzling. Finish class, I unlocked mom's hand, bore down on that cedar, I hold in arms it, how are two tiny arm also held in the arms however come nevertheless. I am forced hard to look up look up at its ……作文 WwW.ZuOwENbA.NeT
一年级的时候，第一次走进校园，妈妈拉着我的小手走向教室。透过窗户，我看见了屹立在两栋教学楼之间的那棵雪松。远看，它那粗壮的树干像一根柱子，茂密的树叶聚集在一起，让人眼花缭乱。一下课，我放开了妈妈的手，冲向了那棵雪松，我一把抱住它，两条细小的胳膊却怎么也抱不过来。我只好努力抬头仰望它……
Later, I always can take class of every the world on the flower bed below the tree to read a book. Summer, it is sunshine of my keep out; Composition winter, he is cold wind of my keep out. Sometimes, its fallen leaves became my a title label pasted on the cover of a Chinese-style thread-bound book; Sometimes the good friend that it can become me again, I will be right …… of its confide aspirations
后来，每天下课我总会坐在树下的花坛上看书。夏天，它为我遮挡阳光；作文冬天，他为我遮挡寒风。有时，它的落叶成了我的书签；有时它又会成为我的好友，我会对它吐露心声……
Days is fleet, it one every day grown, I also am brought up every day with it. Beside its much a lot of beautiful flowers and plants are careless, join with it, and the associate that I also had me, we often accompany is read below cedar, chat, bemused. Still can say a private words with it sometimes, because the teacher has said, you talk to tree, it can use the heart and you to communicate.
时光飞逝，它一天天的长大，我也跟它一天天长大。它的身边多了许多花花草草，与它作伴，而我也有了我的同伴，我们常常结伴在雪松下阅读、聊天、发呆。有时还会和它说悄悄话，因为老师说过，你对树木说话，它会用心灵与你沟通。
6 years, my classroom moved the attic of education building, I think I can see most apical that one leaf, who knows it also be brought up, it crossed housetop, I still can look up at it only. I am about to leave beloved one's old school, but no matter where I walk along, won't forget the cedar that that stand erect does not pour.
六年了，我的教室搬到了教学楼的顶楼，我以为我能够看见最顶上的那一片叶子，谁知它也在长大，它越过了屋顶，我依然只能仰望它。我即将离开心爱的母校，但无论我走到哪里，都不会忘记那屹立不倒的雪松。(文/王晨洁)