I have a good friend, Zhang Qiang. We are in the same class, Class 5, Grade 6. We have the same hobbies. We often study together and play together. We hope we can always stay together. But yesterday, Zhang Qiang told me he was going to move to a new place and he would go to a new school there. Because his father had a new job there. It's bad news for me. We will promise to write to each other and take care of ourselves.
