今年就要小学毕业的我,在升学的竞争中付出了许多、失去了许多。看着毕业证书,我的心中泛起一阵酸涩,因为,我的朋友不在了。每年,总有三个年级格外繁忙:小六、初三、高三。我便是小六生。在六年级上学期,我们的试卷就已经堆成了山。老师总是听不到下课铃,但上课铃他们却听得清清楚楚。在忙碌的学 I am going to graduate from primary school this year, and have paid a lot of and lost a lot in the competition for further studies. Looking at the diploma, my heart burst of sour because my friend was gone. Every year, there are always three extraordinarily busy grades: Primary Six, third and third year. I am a sixth grandson. In the sixth grade last semester, our papers have been piled into mountains. The teacher always can not hear the bell, but the bell they hear clearly. In a busy school