Hãy nêu cảm xúc của em khi vào năm học mới bằng Tiếng Anh
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With the age of students, everyone has a brand new school. But this time, I naturally found it strange: I went to the middle school roof for the first time. So much joy, pride, and shy timidity mixed in me with impressions that will remain forever in my heart. We, the 6th grade as well as the Year 7 siblings are assigned to the classes. I secretly wish I could study with some old friends. Unfortunately, my class was completely strange. “But gradually will get acquainted with them” – I console myself like that. After a few moments of initial confusion, I saw the homeroom teacher enter. With her figure, her image reminds me of the 5th grade homeroom teacher. Still with a slim figure, gentle eyes, I somewhat less worried because I am surrounded by strange friends. The first words she told us were thoughtful teachings about the sense and responsibility for themselves, the school, the class, in learning and training in the first year of middle school. I think it was the first lesson I had at this new school … With so much thought, there was both joy and pride and a little shyness and a little nervousness. … Much of the emotions of those early days under the roof of the junior high school will definitely remain in my heart like an indelible mark .
Dịch
Với tuổi học trò, ai cũng có một ngôi trường mới toanh. Nhưng lần này, tự nhiên tôi thấy lạ: Lần đầu tiên tôi về với mái trường cấp hai. Bao nhiêu niềm vui, niềm tự hào và cả sự rụt rè nhút nhát xen lẫn những ấn tượng sẽ còn mãi trong tim tôi. Chúng tôi, các anh chị lớp 6 cũng như các anh chị lớp 7 được phân vào các lớp. Tôi thầm ước mình có thể học chung với vài người bạn cũ. Thật không may, lớp học của tôi hoàn toàn xa lạ. “Nhưng dần dần sẽ quen với họ thôi” – tôi tự an ủi mình như vậy. Sau những phút bối rối ban đầu, tôi thấy cô giáo chủ nhiệm bước vào. Với dáng người, hình ảnh của cô làm tôi nhớ đến cô giáo chủ nhiệm lớp 5. Vẫn dáng người mảnh khảnh, ánh mắt hiền từ, tôi bớt phần nào lo lắng vì xung quanh mình toàn là những người bạn lạ. Những lời đầu tiên cô nói với chúng tôi là những lời dặn dò ân cần về ý thức, trách nhiệm đối với bản thân, với trường, với lớp, trong học tập và rèn luyện của năm đầu cấp II. Tôi nghĩ đó là bài học đầu tiên mà tôi có được ở ngôi trường mới này … Với bao nhiêu suy nghĩ, có cả niềm vui, niềm tự hào và một chút ngại ngùng, một chút hồi hộp. … Muôn vàn cảm xúc của những ngày đầu dưới mái trường THCS chắc chắn sẽ còn mãi trong tim em như một dấu ấn không thể phai mờ .
may mà có sẵn bài cũ của chị mình năm ngoái cho mượn rồi phải dịch ra
Tickly! Tickly! The space is so quiet! Tomorrow is the first day of school for me and also the first day of school for all the kids entering first grade. My heart flutters again, an indescribable feeling when I remember the first day of school in my life.
Back then, for me, the first day of school was not as different as when I was in kindergarten. The mood remains the same, nothing has changed, because my mother nevertheless prepared me carefully from the pen, the ruler … or even the clothes and school clothes. At that time, I only knew one thing: tomorrow is the first day of school. Certainly not only me but many other people of the same age are in the same mood.
A kindergartner like me at the time could not fully understand what the first day of school was. And now I realize that: the first day of school is an important day for students and it is a motivating force for students to strive in the new school year. No matter how badly I was in the old school year, no matter how much ***, thanks to the atmosphere of the first school year, I was still excited to start a new school year.
How can I forget my mother taking me on the familiar path. Very familiar, very close, but I still feel a little flutter in my heart and there is something different than usual. Suddenly I realized something: today is my first school day. Oh! So away from the roof of the preschool, away from the white rabbits and the mischievous bears that still follow me every day. But I’m not sad because I know, human is must learn and if you study well, you can easily achieve your dream later. Maybe for a child like I think that would be too much, but I’m still happy that I’ve started growing up and I will always have friends to share and play with like in kindergarten. It was strange that I went back and forth to school.
Mom took me to the door of the classroom, held my hand to the teacher, kissed me on the cheek and slowly left. I ran, eyes teary, hugging my mother. My mother patted her head graciously and said: “You are very good! You go to the classroom, you will pick you up in the afternoon! If you study good, you will reward candy”. My mother’s words seemed to make me happier, but I was a little sad that she wasn’t around. My mother took care of me from a young age, I was in her loving embrace, now slowly losing that feeling, I feel like I forgot something. There were strangers around me, but after that, I felt a magical warmth like the warmth of my mother. Was it the teacher who brought that warmth, but I felt it strangely profound.
It was my first day of school, there was a drumming, a flower flag, or a letter Uncle Ho sent to the students, but I don’t remember it very well. I only remember the thrill and joy when I first entered the classroom.
With the age of students, everyone has a brand new school. But this time, I naturally found it strange: I went to the middle school roof for the first time. So much joy, pride, and shy timidity mixed in me with impressions that will remain forever in my heart. We, the 6th grade as well as the Year 7 siblings are assigned to the classes. I secretly wish I could study with some old friends. Unfortunately, my class was completely strange. “But gradually will get acquainted with them” – I console myself like that. After a few moments of initial confusion, I saw the homeroom teacher enter. With her figure, her image reminds me of the 5th grade homeroom teacher. Still with a slim figure, gentle eyes, I somewhat less worried because I am surrounded by strange friends. The first words she told us were thoughtful teachings about the sense and responsibility for themselves, the school, the class, in learning and training in the first year of middle school. I think it was the first lesson I had at this new school … With so much thought, there was both joy and pride and a little shyness and a little nervousness. … Much of the emotions of those early days under the roof of the junior high school will definitely remain in my heart like an indelible mark .
Dịch
Với tuổi học trò, ai cũng có một ngôi trường mới toanh. Nhưng lần này, tự nhiên tôi thấy lạ: Lần đầu tiên tôi về với mái trường cấp hai. Bao nhiêu niềm vui, niềm tự hào và cả sự rụt rè nhút nhát xen lẫn những ấn tượng sẽ còn mãi trong tim tôi. Chúng tôi, các anh chị lớp 6 cũng như các anh chị lớp 7 được phân vào các lớp. Tôi thầm ước mình có thể học chung với vài người bạn cũ. Thật không may, lớp học của tôi hoàn toàn xa lạ. “Nhưng dần dần sẽ quen với họ thôi” – tôi tự an ủi mình như vậy. Sau những phút bối rối ban đầu, tôi thấy cô giáo chủ nhiệm bước vào. Với dáng người, hình ảnh của cô làm tôi nhớ đến cô giáo chủ nhiệm lớp 5. Vẫn dáng người mảnh khảnh, ánh mắt hiền từ, tôi bớt phần nào lo lắng vì xung quanh mình toàn là những người bạn lạ. Những lời đầu tiên cô nói với chúng tôi là những lời dặn dò ân cần về ý thức, trách nhiệm đối với bản thân, với trường, với lớp, trong học tập và rèn luyện của năm đầu cấp II. Tôi nghĩ đó là bài học đầu tiên mà tôi có được ở ngôi trường mới này … Với bao nhiêu suy nghĩ, có cả niềm vui, niềm tự hào và một chút ngại ngùng, một chút hồi hộp. … Muôn vàn cảm xúc của những ngày đầu dưới mái trường THCS chắc chắn sẽ còn mãi trong tim em như một dấu ấn không thể phai mờ .
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may mà có sẵn bài cũ của chị mình năm ngoái cho mượn rồi phải dịch ra
Tickly! Tickly! The space is so quiet! Tomorrow is the first day of school for me and also the first day of school for all the kids entering first grade. My heart flutters again, an indescribable feeling when I remember the first day of school in my life.
Back then, for me, the first day of school was not as different as when I was in kindergarten. The mood remains the same, nothing has changed, because my mother nevertheless prepared me carefully from the pen, the ruler … or even the clothes and school clothes. At that time, I only knew one thing: tomorrow is the first day of school. Certainly not only me but many other people of the same age are in the same mood.
A kindergartner like me at the time could not fully understand what the first day of school was. And now I realize that: the first day of school is an important day for students and it is a motivating force for students to strive in the new school year. No matter how badly I was in the old school year, no matter how much ***, thanks to the atmosphere of the first school year, I was still excited to start a new school year.
How can I forget my mother taking me on the familiar path. Very familiar, very close, but I still feel a little flutter in my heart and there is something different than usual. Suddenly I realized something: today is my first school day. Oh! So away from the roof of the preschool, away from the white rabbits and the mischievous bears that still follow me every day. But I’m not sad because I know, human is must learn and if you study well, you can easily achieve your dream later. Maybe for a child like I think that would be too much, but I’m still happy that I’ve started growing up and I will always have friends to share and play with like in kindergarten. It was strange that I went back and forth to school.
Mom took me to the door of the classroom, held my hand to the teacher, kissed me on the cheek and slowly left. I ran, eyes teary, hugging my mother. My mother patted her head graciously and said: “You are very good! You go to the classroom, you will pick you up in the afternoon! If you study good, you will reward candy”. My mother’s words seemed to make me happier, but I was a little sad that she wasn’t around. My mother took care of me from a young age, I was in her loving embrace, now slowly losing that feeling, I feel like I forgot something. There were strangers around me, but after that, I felt a magical warmth like the warmth of my mother. Was it the teacher who brought that warmth, but I felt it strangely profound.
It was my first day of school, there was a drumming, a flower flag, or a letter Uncle Ho sent to the students, but I don’t remember it very well. I only remember the thrill and joy when I first entered the classroom.