The cul-de-sac in front of his grandmother

    Main Street between mother and the same time. Road in poor condition, with sporadic breeze swinging the dog's tail grass, nothing special. But I was in primary school, where most of the tracks, I also belongs the enormous happy to talk to the local writing. Had, ah subversion subversive to the interrogator and his brother let me play, but a moment's inattention by small stones on the road trip. mischievous brother has vanished without a trace, leaving me to do so angry seven-straight. Stricken by floods, the houses submerged in the river onto the road Man, the eyes drainage. We squatted on the side of the front of these children have used the Internet to peddle fish net, and then the fire will not eat even the bones left. not expecting floods subside. The first batch of wearing a red scarf, scored the first test double hundred, the first time published an article : there are many : first, I was very pleased to travel a mother, I can clearly hear cul-de-sac in the heart of my congratulations and encouragement. I traveled path takes it year after year. Run in a small way, the long grass and tried to cool high ankle, the feeling is very nice. Some live in the street is simple and sincere, honest people, one evening, and everyone has a table for dinner. The warmth and feeling quite happy today, I will never forget. Soon, I am in high school, all the street has changed. Farm produce market has been built up, also moved to sell some of the self-employed. A path to become a noisy, and the air is full of chicken, duck and goose flavor, garlic flavor blends with onions. Shops, stalls on the loudspeaker calling the pop sound and sound mixing sound bargain. It also quarreled over the street. Only a health inspection in the period before suddenly clean, quiet, Only then will resume its path in the original colors. Change the access road, walk in the path of people have changed. I have not burst into tears that you want to cry, wanted to laugh laughed at the little girl. My life more competition, more frustration, less interesting, less free and easy. Their minds are not sure what their ingredients. Traversed path, to see all the street, I feel more and more disgusted with pure copper smell, full of vision size up their minds. could not concentrate in a small way to grab strange to correct the impression that it has lost the past. I suspected it bumpy start, let me ride when they subvert so dramatically; Maybe I suspected it in the soil, the total lived in the mud on rainy days running. Scattered on the hearts of all the unhappiness was a cul-de-sac, let alone let me go, and its dialogue with the soul. Suddenly, a construction team to the day when two bulldozers looms ahead of us, I will be aware of what happens, then it may become cold, hard, no feelings of the cement Road. Hearts suddenly shocked, I quickly walked on the trip by a piece of stone. Relying on, I did not immediately picked up, which seemed so close to the feeling I had back to the past -- it is my book! Ordinary soil so that I feel very good, and honest. And the path of my last dialogue is the most sincere one. I told several low-key episode in the life : Do not let your eyes deceive and frankly face life treat your life. It will give you a satisfactory answer.