One of my unforgettable memory of my school in Xinjiang is that of lunches we brought from our homes. I hold my lunch-box in my hand when I was going to school. The smell from it was very good. Since the lunch bell finally rang, my friends or I met under a tall tree and had our lunches. My best friend Aigulie was used to share her Nang with me. Nang is a specially kind of bread in Xinjiang. I like them very much. Now Aigulie and I study at different college and we can only see each other during the summer vacation. I think over her a lot and I miss the food and the good time we had together.

Last year we went on an European culture tour. I, together with my friends, were looking forward to visiting the University of Greenwich. So we reached the River Thames on the first day. To our joys, we met with a couple of old professors who had been traveling around Britain a few days. We felt so excited which we couldn’t help sharing our travel experiences with them. We visited France and Italy with them and we also had a wonderfully picnic together. As we were expected, they planned to leaving first. We offered to help carry their packs to the airport and saw him off. They were grateful to us. What meaningful and impressive the trip was!

Two weeks ago, my best friend John got an expensive smart phone as his birthday present. He showed to everyone in our class proud. I really envy him and every day I asked my mum to buy me an expensive present. However, to my disappoint, I only got a second-hand bike on my birthday. But one day while I was riding her “dear” bike back home from school, I passed the shop that my mum worked. I saw a familiar figure kneeling down in the front of it cleaned the outside steps of the shop. It was my mum! Think that she worked so hard to raise me, I burst into tear. I got off the bike and worked together with her.