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The day for the annual departure of graduates has arrived. As I walked around the campus, the air was filled with separation sadness. Groups of people seeing him off surrounded the person who was about to leave and walked toward the school gate. Someone in the team couldn't help it anymore and cried. These companions who used to get along day and night are now facing a separation. They may never have the opportunity to get together like this again. How can they not be sad and melancholy when the world ends tomorrow? The classmate who was leaving first was holding a heavy box in his hand, which contained everything he had earned over the past four years. It's time to hit the road, use this income to exchange for a good future. But where the road is, maybe I don't know yet. But there is no way, the farewell bell has already sounded.