Maybe later when I grow up, I will go to many places, through many other roads that can be big, may be small, may be rich but in one corner of my heart, every line of the road from home to The school will never be able to fade away. When I woke up early in the morning, when dawn came up the city, I strode every step of the way to school in joy and joy. My house was in a small alley facing the street, going from the lane to a big road and a school distance of only five hundred meters in a straight line. On the flat cement road, it still sparkles when the morning light shines brightly, never without cars passing by. Although every morning, when I go to school quite early, but still on the road busy with human voices, the sound of my car makes me suddenly feel tinged with the taste of a happy, enthusiastic life. The two sides of the road are high-rise buildings close together with always fresh paint patches, more brilliant in the sun and the wind. On the sidewalk, you can always see the groups of people walking in the morning, groups of students going to school, ... immersed in the joyful atmosphere and laughing of the street people in the breeze making me love the life. How much of this life. Along the street, there are also very spacious and spacious breakfast goods such as pho, bread, rolls ... I often go to the shops on this street to buy breakfast, maybe used to me, so I Always find the food on this road the best. On that road, about fifty meters from the school, after passing an intersection of a green light and a red light, the two sides of the road were just two rows of green trees shading the pathway, spreading green to the school. Dear. Once you step into this street, if it's summer, the heat outside is no longer a concern, but instead is the cool breeze and the chirping birds in the tree among the leaves. I must love life more. In me, the path to school is always beautiful, also dear, is the most important way in my life. This is the path that leads me to my dream, with joy every day, a path I can never forget.
How dear are those two "home" sounds, how close are they? Every childhood has beautiful memories to remember, to love in our homeland. My childhood was attached to the field of the straight stork, the river flows smoothly, ... but sticking to me is still the way from home to school. For me, this road has so many memories. It is a paved path like any other road. Although not very wide, rugged, concave but enough road for a truck to pass. Every time I set foot on the road, I feel rewarded. At the beginning of the village, the rice plants stand under the umbrella. This place witnessed the drastic games of our children. On the two sides of the road is a line of eucalyptus with small leaves like the eyes looking down the road. After two rows of trees is a vast field, straight to the stork. However, walking on the road still see lovely houses in the middle of a smooth green of the garden. The sun slowly rose, dropping the warm sunlight through the leaves and onto the road like the dancing sunflowers. People are pouring into the street more and more. Children go to school with their children to go to work, to noisy markets. At noon, people walk sparsely, the road seems to fall asleep. The leaves gently sway in the wind like a cooling fan for the road. In the afternoon, the road is like waking up. Noisy again when the farmers come home from work. Voices, laughter calling each other, the sound of traffic is noisy all the way. In the trees, the birds are making a beautiful symphony. For me, the road has been familiar since I went to school. Going on the road of the stinking smell of the soil, the smell of rice fields, the grass inside the ferry faded into my nose. I really love the road. Every day, I go on this road. Maybe that's why you and I became good friends. Although going far, on the more beautiful road, the image of the village road remains forever in my memory, because it has raised the first steps in my life.
