I have visited many famous landscapes - these are the awards my parents have given me every time I earn the title of a good student. But even so, I still feel cherished, attached to the familiar, simple scene of the neighborhood where I live.

My neighborhood is located next to the commercial service center so it is always bustling and crowded. From the early morning, after a long sleep, the streets seemed to wake up. The rows of high-rise buildings on both sides of the road stood tall as challenges to the sky. Giant iron gates like a shield were slowly folded and laid. Visible in are the sales booths. This place sells tables and chairs, the other is a garment stall, there is a department store ... Nearly every home becomes a shop. Occasionally intervening is a house to stay. The sun began to crack open the soft rays of sunlight streaming down the street market to dispel the darkness. And the streets appear silhouettes. The rows of trees along the road like trying to make the green branches reach out um still dew night dew. A breeze blew through, they waved slightly waving to a new day.

From the small alleys, several lorry trolleys lumbered to the market. Every car is loaded with goods ... On the sidewalks pedestrians leisurely walk slowly as breathing fresh air of the morning. Turn to the left is a row of ground floor, ancient architecture has the same. This is a residential area so the activity seems to be later. Every house has fences, flowers in the yard or shade trees such as plum trees, acne trees ... so in the summer to reduce the intense heat of the sun. Compared to other streets, this place is quieter.

On the roads everywhere, people are busy. The shops were still in the morning, but the lights were still bright, and the buyers came in and out. The clerk dressed nicely, sometimes going to this place, running to other places to offer or take goods for customers. But busy, whirring like that, but they are still happy to warmly welcome customers. In front of a business store, children are playing video games. From the face, the eyes sparkle with indescribable passion. Holding the controller and the eyes locked on the screen, agile and proficient, the children immediately clicked and laughed. A few moments later the cheers resounded. Outside the road traffic like looms. All kinds of cars, bicycles, motorbikes ... crowded together on the road. The sound of traffic, the sound of laughter, the sound of objects touching ... I made a really chaotic sound. Mixed in with the sound were the Commission's announcements coming from an overhead mounted speaker of a lamppost located at the junction.

This is one of the busiest and busiest neighborhoods, everything is real progress is like day and night. That's why every time I go away, I still clearly picture each row of houses, each familiar path, where I was born to grow up.