I had been in London for two years. During the time I was studying there, my strong wish was to go back home instead of staying in the city I didn't know well.
So when the day came for my leaving . I had a strange feeling and my mind was full of beautiful things in
London-the tall trees around my house , the clean streets, the school library, the old church (教堂) near the
school and so on. I was for the first time not sure whether I really wish to go. I was becoming good at spoken English and interested in the different way of living in London. Most important of all. I did not want to leave my friend who were near and dear to me during the two long years. I felt like running into the head teacher's office and telling him that I really didn't want to go home. But on the second thought I stopped myself telling
the plan. My parents are quite old and I might have no time to see them again if I gave up this plan.
At the airport, most of my teachers and friends came to see me off and quite a few gave me presents .
Many group photos were taken and before long the final moment came. Everyone shook hands with me
and said goodbye to me. Their eyes were filled with tears and I knew they were sad at the moment.