At the end of the term, the students are writing farewell compositions to their brothers and sisters who left the radio station, asking them to write beautifully and easily. (About 600 words)

Hello, senior, this is the first sentence I said to you. What makes me sad is that goodbye to my senior has become the last sentence of many people.

Time flies, I haven't let you see me retire and become a reliable partner. I look forward to our meeting again. Looking forward to passing by one day, you will be surprised to say, hey, long time no see, you have become more mature!

During this year, I thought a lot of things. I know this is the law and I can't change it. I think, since I can't change this rule, I hope I can make you remember me. This is obviously not a rare thing. I think I can do it, right, sister?

I have talked with you about mountains, water and distant places, but I have never told you a dream. I know you've always dreamed of going far away and meeting that sad poem. I know I can't do it, otherwise I won't write this letter in front of the computer now and end all my expectations. Sadly, I finally became the scenery on your road.

As a younger brother, when I leave here, I can only bless you silently. I can't think of anything else. Everything seems unexpected. Yes, there's nothing I can do. I think I can dream of that path, that blue sky, that hearty laughter, that youthful dream, that sudden dream tonight.

You once asked me, what is your dream? Is there any place you want to go? I smiled without saying a word, and I thought this was all I had. Until today, this dream that I have had for three years suddenly broke. I seem to be helpless and forget the heavy peace you told me.

If, I mean if. Sister, time can start again. Would you like to go back to college with my brother? You will also be willing to tell me when you have a seat in the library, when the aunt in the canteen will cook you a lot of food, when it is best to go out for a run, when the computer room network is the best, and when you will feel sad. I don't understand why I thought of the day when you told me you were unhappy.

I understand now, but I have to go.

All right, we're done here.

Goodbye, my dream.

Goodbye, senior.

Goodbye, always with you.

If you read this letter, we are still friends, right?