Today is June 10th, my last day of school. When I stepped into the classroom, all I could see was that the active boys were no longer playing; the chatty girls were no longer chatting and laughing and were silent. I slowly walked back to my seat and looked around. Some students took memory books and handed them to friends to fill in; some students took cameras to take photos with the classmates who were about to leave, so as to leave memories;
I saw that everyone was about to disperse their things, and the corners of my eyes turned red thinking of this, and tears slid down my cheeks, drop by drop. At this time, a pair of gentle hands held the handkerchief in front of me. I looked up, "Xiaomei, thank you!" I said, "Although we are thousands of miles apart, our hearts are still connected, and our friendship is in our hearts, isn't it?" She said with a smile, and I was deeply moved by those words.
Then a bell rang, cutting through the mood of farewell at this moment, urging us to the auditorium. Outside the door, I couldn't help but take a second look at the place full of memories. The nine-year-old fragments flashed through my mind instantly, including joy, sadness, excitement, and loss. All kinds of feelings were in my heart. I turned my attention to the long corridor, which I have walked hundreds of times. I thought this was the last time I would walk through it.
We walked along the spiral staircase towards the auditorium step by step. Finally, I walked out of school with 9 years of memories.
Goodbye! My alma mater.