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THAM KHẢO:

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So the phoenix flower bloomed again, the sound of sobbing and calling in summer resounded. It was the sign of an end of school year and then our long chorus of each other began to continue. But this time we no longer felt like it was melting and then melting again, melting and then matching, happy and sad, sad and happy again, but it was just an unrelenting regret. This year is already the last year of high school, the year must be forever separated from the beloved school after many years of close fitting, the year that we have to enter new thresholds of life. When I look back on the past times, the feelings of my friends and my teachers are overwhelmed. I am fortunate to be in a school that has been praised by many people, especially in grade 12A3.I am also really happy to be one of the members of the class called the basketball king of the school. Our class played sports very well with excellent players such as Thanh Dat, Thanh Nhan, Ky Trung and Hoang An. The other students in the class also showed interest in sports during physical education classes with subjects such as shuttlecock, badminton ... You learn your best and play hard with your ability. Our class breaks are hilarious. We often gathered to talk, quiz, or solve the concentration test that the school has given. Our hilarious and gloomy laughter when solving the correct puzzles, being surprised by the witty answers, or the satisfaction of doing the right exercises ... Sometimes it is sad because of the difficult test questions I'm afraid of making a low score.The really sad, happy emotions of the students are shown on innocent faces. Sometimes the friends Trung Trung, Phuoc Loc, Thanh Dat ... organized music concerts to make the girls next row, the tables turned to enjoy and on the mouth still smiled innocently. When everyone went to the test focused at school, everyone was busy with their homework to prepare for the test to be successful and we often said to each other, "Hey tonight, remember to call me to wake up to study with you. let me overslept ". Those are the memories imprinted on my mind. These sentiments will never fade away when entering new lecture halls in the Intermediate, College or University systems.And then the animation came to me with so much admiration and respect that it was my homeroom teacher. The image of a mentor, even though he is ill, cannot rest assured that he is at the convalescence but is anxious for his students. He is both a teacher of knowledge and a father of 39 children. We all know that he loves us very much. Just like the teacher once said there is mercy to scold. Screaming for us to learn better, giving up time-wasting games. This year is the last year that he wants us to focus more, be more dedicated to our success in the upcoming graduation exam, and furthermore to the university and college exams. If tomorrow I have to leave my beloved school, away from 12A3, away from friends and teachers, those memories will live in me forever for the rest of my life. 12A3 I want to say, "I love 12A3 forever".