When I was ten, I got the news that my family were moving to Beijing. It was a big city, but I was a small-town boy from Shandong. I didn't know 1 Beijing was. I didn't want to leave my 2 . The most important thing was that I was 3 in the new place.
When I just got to Beijing, I was afraid. I had 4 friends and I couldn't get used to the new environment. For my first four years in Beijing, I was 5 how much I disliked the place. I learned more 6 life during that time than during any other time. Those four years opened my 7 to the outside world.
After four years in Beijing. I changed a lot. Finally, I 8 got used to the life and everything was OK. However, at the end of the fourth month of my fifth year, I got the news that our time in Beijing was over, and my family would return to Shandong. This made me a little upset, 9 I wanted to go back home in the past years. As a matter of fact, I already began to enjoy my life in Beijing.
The last day finally came. I 10 the plane sadly. But this time, I wasn't afraid of the unknown future.
