Today, a classmate gave me a classmate's record, and I found out that this was my last week at my alma mater. It's always unpleasant to think of parting soon: in the past six years, our classmates have lived in harmony, United and forge ahead, pioneering and innovating. Sometimes we share the joy of success, and sometimes we swallow the bitter fruit of failure. In these six years, I also made some friends. There are "broken bones" brothers; There are friends who have changed from "enemies". We once won the honor for the class together, and we also tried the pain of failure alone: at that time, we participated in the tug-of-war competition in the first semester of grade five, and we had a smooth journey, but we met Class Five in the semi-final. We all tried our best to defend the championship, but the other side was too strong, and we still lost. After the game, we were all very sad. Many people cried! If others know, they may find it ridiculous: "What's there to cry about?" But I guess this is the sense of collective honor! This is a feeling of competition! Unlike Grandpa Zhu Ziqing's In a hurry, we didn't wander or rush. In the past six years, we have done a lot of meaningful things and made a lot of contributions to the class! I believe it is fate that separates us! ! I hope we can meet at our alma mater in twenty years!