Don't say goodbye

Before we have time to talk about our worries, we have to say goodbye. It feels like our parents had to leave home and go to work in other places when we were young. Every separation makes us cry. I told myself again and again that I should leave with a smile on my face, and that leaving is just for the next better meeting. Past scenes are playing in my mind. I want to go home but I don't want to be separated from them

Although I was tired last night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I got up early in the morning to pack up and wait for our car. Because the school requires students to wait until after 10:30 before leaving school, two girls in the class came to the dormitory to find us and asked us to go back to the classroom to chat with them. Back in the classroom, everyone stared, as if they had a lot to say, but they wanted to talk and stopped. Later, the monitor said he wanted to watch the video with us again, and then the whole class said with one voice that he wanted to watch it. I know the video will remind us of the past few days. I don't want to watch this video on the occasion of parting, but the students all want to watch it, and I can't bear to refuse them. I looked up and saw that the girls in the last few rows were lying on the table wiping tears. I walked over to comfort them. The monitor was reluctant, and then burst into tears

All the feasts in the world end. If we meet again, I think I will remember you.

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