Do you like the city where you live? I like blogging!I live in the best city in the world. Because he is handsome, he is a native. Here I was born and raised. Then my friends and parents. It was in this city, I took the first steps, first words said, the first time I saw the most loved one in the earth mother. Every street, every house I immediately familiar. In my city, the most beautiful sunsets, they then bright red, then pale pink, the gaudy orange. Most charming blossoms. Most blue sky, which is nestled soft white clouds, like cotton candy. Most green grass on which my friends and I ran barefoot as a child. The brightest sun, which roused all my life I have in the morning, its warm, gentle rays of. If there is rain, it is not just water from the sky, it's the weather that makes you wonder about the meaning of life, the rain beating on the window sills cozy houses and apartments, plays a melody that touches the soul. In my city, all in a hurry in the morning on her way with a smile on his face all happy new day and in anticipation of luck go and smile at passers-by. Since my city is connected so many memories. Here the first time I heard the school bell, in this city, I know the world. If I do, somewhere to go, I really miss home, at school, on local streets, in the parks, which was a lot of fun to walk around. I do not know, how can you not love the city, which is associated with all of your past. Whatever did not talk about my city, for me it is always the best in the world. And I do, and will do everything possible so that he is getting better and better. And though, I think we should just take care of what you have. And love your city is not for the scale and population, but for the fact that it is your native land.
Most green grass on which my friends and I ran barefoot as a child. The brightest sun, which roused all my life I have in the morning, its warm, gentle rays of. If there is rain, it is not just water from the sky, it's the weather that makes you wonder about the meaning of life, the rain beating on the window sills cozy houses and apartments, plays a melody that touches the soul. In my city, all in a hurry in the morning on her way with a smile on his face all happy new day and in anticipation of luck go and smile at passers-by.
Since my city is connected so many memories. Here the first time I heard the school bell, in this city, I know the world. If I do, somewhere to go, I really miss home, at school, on local streets, in the parks, which was a lot of fun to walk around.
I do not know, how can you not love the city, which is associated with all of your past.
Whatever did not talk about my city, for me it is always the best in the world. And I do, and will do everything possible so that he is getting better and better. And though, I think we should just take care of what you have. And love your city is not for the scale and population, but for the fact that it is your native land.