In each person's memory, there are scenes embedded in our mind that we cannot forget for a lifetime. The path to school is one of them. We can go through many different paths, but the path to school is always familiar and close to anyone.

The path to school has been attached to my childhood. Every morning, when the sun shines the cloud and radiates sunlight everywhere, I go to school with my friends on the familiar village road. The morning air is fresh and cool. The early sun and cool breeze made my soul so comfortable and relaxed. Walking on the road, I could hear birds singing from above, watching wildflowers on the roadside, seeing dew drops remaining in petals or leaves. Two sides of the road are two rows of cool green trees. Early in the morning, the trees seem to have awoken from a long sleep, the sunlight shining through the branches, full of life. The leaves swayed softly in the wind as if to greet us. On the way to school, I also passed a vast rice field straight to the flying stork. Girls are giving off a sweet, sweet and ecstatic fragrance. The whole field is like a giant green carpet, just a breeze is the sea of ​​rice undulating and creating thousands of small waves. I caught a few farmers visiting the fields early, on the edge of the field, the white stork, who was looking for food, suddenly spread its wings. Behind the lush green gardens are red tiled houses lying dormant in the new sun. On the way to school, I also met students who are walking in groups on the road. The students wear crimson scarves on their shoulders, wear backpacks on their backs, while walking and chatting about school and school. Mothers, mothers carry lanes to go to the market early. Some farmers and their buffalo were leisurely working in the fields early in the morning, they inquired about farming, and believed in a good harvest.

The street in the morning was bustling and bustling, everyone's face was cheerful, smiling was always on. Voices, laughter, calls to each other, sirens loudly all the way. Walking on the road, I can also feel the breathtaking scent of the earth, the scent of the interior wind blending together. The path to school became an important part of my childhood. The path to school is also the one that brings me to knowledge, wings for my dreams to fly high.

My house is very close to the school. I usually walk from my house to the school. There is a junction that sells breakfast sandwiches and processed foods. Go straight a little further to get to the committee and then go straight a little longer. I almost reach the field road that connects to my house, but because of the rain that place is very dirty, I have to continue on the concrete road to get to my school.
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