"A small corner in the heart"

The first rays of summer sunlight shone through the classroom door, the cicadas began to sing, I knew that summer was approaching. Summer is the farewell of the school years of students. Summer is separation, summer is longing. As a third-year student, I am somewhat understanding the feeling of parting with friends. And more and more, I realize that moment is coming closer.

Looking back on the past three years, many emotions came flooding back to me. Those were the initial moments of confusion when I stepped into the gate of the University of Social Sciences and Humanities - the school that I dreamed of going to and studying here day and night. The worries, along with the joy that I had officially become a member of the Nhan Van Gia. In the first days of school, not yet familiar with the school and class, I received a lot of help from teachers and friends. The teachers at the school were very friendly, enthusiastic and attentive to students. For those who had just come to Hanoi to study and did not have a place to stay, the teachers also helped find a place to stay and help with the admission procedures. The students, most of whom came from far away hometowns to Hanoi to study at university, were very sympathetic, shared with each other the difficulties and overcame them together. Friends played happily and harmoniously with each other, and after only meeting each other for 1 or 2 weeks, I felt like we had known each other for a long time. Three years of studying together, playing together, understanding each other, I seem to realize that thanks to Nhan Van, my life has been filled with precious, proud friends. We were together, went to school together every day, gathered together to talk and work in groups. I still remember the first night of registering for courses, the group of six ducks stayed up all night watching the computer to register for courses, with the sole goal of studying together. And just like that, every semester, we were a group of people who progressed together, even though we studied for credits, we studied together every day, met each other every day and never ran out of stories to tell. We shared all the joys and sorrows together, went through them together. There were nights when we hugged each other and cried because one of us had family problems, the other was sad about love. The joys and sorrows just kept going, time passed quietly, we became closer and closer and did not want to leave this school, away from our teachers and friends.

At this moment, I feel so sad. I am afraid of losing something that has formed in me without my knowing. Afraid of leaving a place that I sometimes hate so much that I don't want to face it. Afraid of saying goodbye to friends who still go to school with me every day and chat "hot air" across continents. Being apart, each in a different place, hundreds of kilometers apart, who knows when we will meet again? So, more than ever, we cherish and treasure every moment we study together, hang out together, sit in the lecture hall together. That day, we are gradually moving away from each other, but the friendship in our hearts keeps getting closer and growing. True love will never change, because if the image is in the heart, it will never disappear. And missing cannot be measured in how much or how little. Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and forever, the feelings will not end. In the present or the future, the image in our hearts will only be more and more clearly imprinted. Memories will grow stronger over time, what our teachers and we have for each other will last forever and always be beautiful memories of the past.

Leaving this school, each person goes their own way, each person goes their own way, each person has their own path, everything is different, but I know that the teachers are always here, always leaving our image in a small corner of our hearts, still smiling when we are successful and happy. Perhaps no amount of words can describe it all, but I would like to thank the School of Humanities for letting me meet wonderful teachers, good friends and lessons that will never be forgotten.