The change of home path作文
I was walking on the broad road, I thought of home path.It used to stand by me through a dozen in the spring and autumn.
Can you imagine, standing at the crossroads, in the dense, no marginal buttonwood, how the scene.I like it plate Qiu wolong trunk, the sun that sasha vujacic and listen to it.So silent and deep exchanges, each tree is the most intimate friends, last winter to spring, I in its arms or laughed heartily, or sad cry, speechless.
Hometown although growing on the path of the uneven weed, but went soft.I like among the grass around the path roll, play, play, hide and seek with friends, watching ants move, sitting on the grass for the stars at night.Its fun.
Mother said: “this path had been worn path, as long as touched the rainy day, the road is full of water 凼 bad at all. If you have a sunny day, people can only walk lightly, or dust flying. Finally the partys policy, the path is covered with small stones. Although not very good, but after walk dont have to tread water, for grey.”
In the path of tanabe, we often can be picked up some pieces of pottery and porcelain, and beautiful stones.Some people say: “I saw on TV that some of the fragments become a precious porcelain, then let us also to look for!”So we can find the “treasure” with fragments of the mood to come to China, to find ah find ah...
Path, through the vicissitudes of life, you gave me how many unique feeling!Along with the progress of the partys policy, however, the path was finally removed in the roar of the bulldozer...
Now that the path was wide cement road, no more 凼 the mud and water.Although it is the high street, but I still miss the road, because it is accompany I spent a happy childhood.However, I believe, as the updating of The Times, finally will let us to taste.
