Zhangye Muta Temple Essay 200 words

Jiaojiang, the place where I was born, I have been separated from her for three years. Today, I came back to see her again.

In the drizzle, sitting in the car, looking at the scenery backward, feel Jiaojiang everything is still the same as the original, the streets and alleys of the people's footsteps are still in a hurry, the night of the Citizen's Square is still so lively, the mountains are still stretching green, the water is still microwave sparkling. But I, and then has not been on the kindergarten girl, turn has been a third-grade student.

I wandered around the park in the neighborhood, the swing, the treadmill, once gave me how much happiness!

Open the door, all the furniture in the house has been covered with a layer of thick dust, mom and dad said that those are "old-fashioned", but my feelings for them are still the same, because we have made friends before!

There are many photos hanging on the wall, mom and dad do not sweep a glance, but I still look interested. Looking at the photos of my childhood, the thoughts for a long time can not be drawn out from the memories. Looking at everything in front of me, I really want to shout: Jiaojiang, I'm back!