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Các bạn sửa giúp mình bài này nhé Every time I saw the leaves in my heart again, as eager to return to the first day I went to school. That morning, a bright and cool morning morning, I sat behind my mother's back, eager to see the new school. The school's iron gate is expanding, and the door...

The memories of the first day of school when entering grade 1 I still remember as in. Early in the morning my mother called me up to prepare for personal hygiene and breakfast. Finished, her mother was dressed in neat white clothes and put on a new pair she bought for her on the day of school...