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| Walking on this familiar path, I cant help thinking. The scenes of childhood, like a movie, are popping up in my mind, more and more clear. Like yesterdays past, so kind, so warm heart. For as long as I can remember, the path has been a joy to me. At that time, the path is still the most primitive, usually from above, there will be a "white smoke" behind, long floating in the path above, that is the dust of walking. Rainy days have a special taste, it is the happiest time of my childhood and my playmates. As soon as the rain stopped, we would sneak out of the house and meet on the path to play Super High Efficiency centrifugal chiller. We would splash water in the small hole with stones and smash "mud fights" with clay balls. Mud and laughter, all over the body is the fragrance of the soil, has not been able to distinguish each other. When you get home after a good time, you will undoubtedly be scolded and punished, but you will make the same mistake the next time it rains. The path also records our childhood joys, sorrows and endless memories. On the way to school, there were groups of people walking together. On the way, there was a game of selflessness. The kind of tacit understanding between the small partners and casual, are so intoxicated and fascinated. Nowadays the path still is, just have no former appearance, path already changed "new outfit". Walking on a asphalt pavement, the flatness is overwhelming. Without the gully camans path, has lost that nature flavor. Peoples life is also full of modern breath, the pace of walking fast, the people who stay less, hurried figure, has no time to care about the side of the real. On the way to school, there are no companions, but modern transportation instead of the function of legs. No more children to climb the seemingly dangerous high branch. All kinds of wild flowers and weeds along the road were replaced by rows of trees. There was no dust, no rain company incorporation, no mud. But I can not forget that love, that scene, that memory. The path accompanies me to grow up, although I am in a foreign land now, the path can appear in my dream from time to time. I know, the path is the call of home, the path is the warmth of family. When I was a child, I walked the path many times, which has become a deep imprint in my heart. Where there is a path, there is a home. The place that has path, have that mow unceasing affection and the thought that do not clear. It has become a luxury to return home on a day of wandering outside, but the attachment to home in the heart, in the dead of night, will flow up in a dream, long melancholy, let tears flow willfully, do not wipe, the drops of tears falling down pearl, is the hometown of the true feelings and guilt. Path is the memory that I can never give up on the road of life Master of Architecture hong kong. Break the path, break the way home. The path has been the soul of my hometown, let me dream. Only because there is a path to guide, let me forever have a light to the hometown. No matter how dark the road ahead, there is a ray of sunshine behind me to illuminate the road home. Fall down, I can get up, pursue the dream of the other shore, no matter how rough and steep voyage, will not let me yield and retreat, because I have a bright way home. The path is the lighthouse of the sea, so that numerous voyage of the wanderer full of hope. Even if you fail, you can go back to the warm place to heal. Being wronged outside, there is also a tolerant embrace, can give me strength. Path, this life will never be able to distinguish between the reality and the dream. I also need not go to sedulous region, because the path already immersed in my heart, has become my inalienable part -- hometown feeling! |
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