Every morning, I walked on the road to school. For a long time, the road seems to be a close companion, sharing with me joy, sadness in student life. The road is not beautiful, a splendid beauty, but hidden simplicity, simplicity associated with the peaceful life of my people.
The street I run straight ice, no soft curves, winding. It is small and narrow, it is easy to understand because my street is a small street so the roads are not large investment spacious. By the side of the road, the houses that were coming up, grew up as assembly models made the narrow path narrower. In particular, my street is very romantic by two rows of roadside trees. In the summer, the bouquet of flowers fell down a white, crown and match the wreaths on the heads of our children. The chimneys rise upwards, leaving only a small horizon, the baby.
Next to the big road, my street was still there with a surface where the protrusions, dimples. But I see that does not make the road go bad, but it makes it simple, simple. On both sides of the road, close to the shops, shops of all kinds. The sellers always waving water to the flower basket from the suburbs brought in. Ladies, rice noodle, sweaty noodles, always hand-stroke, attitude. The sidewalks in my street are scarred. I love those cuts because it always prints in my memory, which reminds me of the road to home from school. There are all kinds of houses here as well. There are big houses, small houses, high houses, low houses. Go along the way I count over two dozen stores, shops. They encroached, they occupied the platform, the pedestal made my street narrow narrow as the ...
Forget about the first grade, I'm shy, startled the first step on the way to school. At that time, I see the big star way is also intelligent baby is still. Growing up, I found that the road was not only wide but shrunk. The trees on both sides of the road covered the shade, swinging like cheerful, bird singing ca ruu rut ... Oh, remember a lot, much.
Every time I mention this road is how memories come back to me, forever never fade.
The road has been a good friend of mine since I was in grade one until now, so whenever I go far away, I miss the velvet, it attaches to it extremely. Later on, though fortunate to step on the big lane in all directions, memories of the road to school will remain forever in my mind and heart. And even though I am growing up, I dream that my first job will be to renovate and repair the road to this beautiful and spacious campus.