I am moving to my woking city now,and then I'll be aparted from my parents for half a year,my dad say goodbye to me with smiles on his face,I need to go
though I know they will miss me in their heart,but I must work with my own hands now,I've grown up.
I open the bus window,let the light come in,remembering the things happend when I was a child ,we hide behind the tree,to frighten the other friend,and then
running away in order not to be catched,we runned with a mast in the hand to beat the rain ,see the water break up,when got home we all be blamed by our
parents,we'll never forget these happy things forever,we were punished by standing stick to the wall,hoping that our grandma would come soon,then we would
be saved.When Spring Festival comes,the grown-ups celebrate the day by buying a lot of delicious food such as chocolate candy,then spring comes with her
beautiful songs,in fact that,by Aprail when the flower bloom,there're so many weddings,we can go with our not ordinary dress.the weather in the month of
June is very hot,it is not very true that we'll made the three of my family meet in that time while is not warm but very hot,thinking of this my heart turns to the heavest,though the light and the breeze is tender today,the birds sing under the leaves ,to my mess heart now ,just noise .And I'll make my christmas day in the southern city this year .My heart fills with bitter,I'll miss my old friend,my old town for ever.
