The white chalk in the corner was lying there quietly, but now nobody cares.

In another twenty days, our classroom will become empty again. We can't hear our reading and noise. It must be lonely, right? I watched the drizzle outside the window, and my worries and sorrows were very heavy. I know that I can't go back, just like the day you left, I am too sad to be myself.

Two years ago, you flew to America like a beautiful kite. We always thought that we had 52 people, so we could pull the kite line until the graduation day. However, you finally broke the line and chose to leave. The background is a piece of sky, but it is like a deep blue ocean.

Remember that day, I was called back to school by you in the summer vacation. When I heard that you were going to America, my head was buzzing. You gave me an English extra-curricular book, put your hand on my shoulder, smiled and said, "You should study hard, or I will come back from the United States to criticize you!" At this time, your eyes were like water, and ripples also appeared. I also smiled bitterly and said coyly, "Of course I will listen to the teacher!" But unexpectedly, there was sand in my eyes

When I saw you, I quietly turned around and wiped my cheeks carefully. I pretended not to see anything. Don't look over my shoulder. Facing the window, I saw that the summer sun was dazzling outside.

After you left, I sat alone in this huge classroom. In the heavy air, I can hear the sound of the electric fan "squeaking". I caught a glimpse of a piece of chalk in the corner. It was lonely and nobody picked it up again

I looked at the blackboard without a trace of dirt. Think of the way you taught earnestly on the platform, the way you were angry, the way you cried. In this empty house, a podium and fifty-two tables and chairs all retain your traces. I thought about the words you said when you left: I will be back in two years.

Time flies, and two years pass away. It's getting closer and closer to the high school entrance exam and the day you come back. In this busy day, I can still think of your smiling face, never forget. I can't help but rejoice at the thought. It seems that now I can see you smiling at me again, not unfamiliar. You will tell us that you are living well, like the beautiful days when we were around you!

The taste of parting was once so strong sorrow. I saw the rain outside the window stopped, the sky was clear, the wind was light and the clouds were clear.

Oh! It turned out that after leaving, it was a happy reunion.