太阳落山了，有再升的时候；月亮缺了，有再圆的时候；春姑娘去了，有再来的时候。但是聪明的你告诉我，为什么我们的六年生活一去不复返了呢？是有人将美好的回忆偷走了吗？那是谁，他又藏在何处呢？
The sun has set and will rise again; The moon is missing, there will be a time when it becomes round again; Spring girl has gone, there will be a time to come back. But smart you tell me, why is our six-year life gone forever? Has anyone stolen the beautiful memories? Who is that and where is he hiding?
为何我的记忆越发模糊了？回想入学生活的那一天，天空很蓝，大家怀着兴奋的心情背着书包来到学校，小鸟在树上叽叽喳喳叫个不停，好像也在欢呼着我们。一路上我开始想象我的小学生活，“一定是丰富有趣的”我喃喃道。运动会前，大家在炎热的正午，不顾酷暑，十分努力的练习着。运动员们挥洒着汗水，换来一次次的成功与失败。( 作文吧 ZuoWenbA.neT )
Why is my memory becoming increasingly blurry? Looking back on the day when we entered school, the sky was very blue, and everyone came to school with excited hearts carrying backpacks. The birds were chirping incessantly on the trees, as if cheering us on. Along the way, I began to imagine my elementary school life. 'It must be rich and interesting,' I murmured. Before the sports meeting, everyone practiced very hard in the scorching noon, regardless of the heat. Athletes sweat profusely, exchanging success and failure time and time again.
小学生活中，老师是我们最应该表示感谢的，他们对我们那么好，耐心回答我们的问题，认真教导着我们。虽然也会批评我们，但如果不是为了我们好，为什么要批评我们呢？六年时光，同学们早已经成为一家人，会在别人遇到困难时，互相帮助，互相鼓励，在大家庭里不断成长。
In elementary school life, teachers are the ones we should express our gratitude to the most. They are so kind to us, patiently answer our questions, and teach us seriously. Although they may criticize us, why criticize us if it's not for our own good? In six years, classmates have already become a family, helping and encouraging each other when others encounter difficulties, and constantly growing in the big family.
记得某次运动会上，我将要进行我最没把握的800米比赛，记得那天天气晴朗，当时我的心情一直很忐忐，“怎么办？怎么办？”我自言自语着。转眼比赛时间到了，800米预赛开始了。我站在起跑线上，不停跳着，双手紧紧抓住衣角，头上也微微出汗。发令枪一声令下，我拼命的向前跑，“坚持住、坚持住、不要放弃啊！”到了第三圈时。我感觉自己脚步沉重，头晕目眩。正在我准备放弃时，我的朋友们来帮助我了，她们陪我一起跑，不停鼓励着我“加油！加油！不要放弃啊，快到终点了。”我听着她们的鼓励声，加快脚步，冲向终点。
I remember at a sports meeting, I was about to compete in my least confident 800 meter race. I remember the weather was sunny that day, and my mood was always uneasy. "What should I do? What should I do?" I muttered to myself. In the blink of an eye, the competition time has arrived and the 800 meter preliminaries have begun. I stood on the starting line, jumping non-stop, holding onto the hem of my clothes tightly with both hands, and sweating slightly on my head. With the command of the starting gun, I ran forward desperately, 'Hold on, hold on, don't give up!' By the third lap. I feel heavy footsteps and dizzy. Just as I was about to give up, my friends came to help me. They ran with me, constantly encouraging me, "Keep going! Keep going! Don't give up, we're almost at the finish line." I listened to their encouragement, quickened my pace, and rushed towards the finish line.
时光匆匆，我们紧随。
Time flies, we follow closely.