The school gate is always the saddest place until I really leave school. Parting begins here, but meeting is impossible. What impressed me the most was six people in a dormitory (although I'm not sure if they were roommates). They arrived at the school gate early. There are six people, each carrying a suitcase. I ate at the roadside, thinking that they were fellow villagers and wanted to go together.
It was not until two taxis came at once and only two people were planted, that I realized that they had separated in advance. Six boys were talking and laughing happily until the taxi came, and everyone's expression became dignified. The two people who got on the bus managed to keep smiling and said to the others, "Take care! Dude, let's go first. " No one responded, and it took four people to force a smile and say, "Ha ha ha ha, leave it alone and lose weight." Others just resumed the hilarity just now. But when the two taxis were driving in different directions, they all quieted down. Suddenly, one of them, perhaps more emotional, became red-eyed.
As a bystander, I feel uncomfortable for no reason. Then another bus came, but this time three people got off the train. I guess it's to the railway station. I forgot the last person's expression. All I remember is that he stood for a long time watching the car leave and said to himself, "Goodbye." Then I dragged my suitcase away. Maybe my home is local.