When I saw this week's topic, I was reminded of the place near my house. The place is Boramae Park. The park is reminded of my childhood. Like today, in spring, I rode my bike with my father and brother. We were going to visit the park. When we went to the park, we have to climb a little hill. When we arrived at the top of the hill, we slid down the hill. Then warm and cozy breeze passed through me. I felt like being a butterfly. We saw the park's door and we stopped. I closed my eyes and I breathed deep through the nose. I could smell flowers, trees and breeze. I opened my eyes, and I looked big green trees standing along the road. They were swaying in the breeze. While I rode the tree road, I heard kid's giggling, and breeze passed through me again. At the end of the tree road, flower road started. Forsythias and azaleas were blossomed along the road. While I rode bicycle, I smelled flowers, and I heard buzzing. Again breeze passed through me. Almost we got tired, the big lakes appeared. We stopped, and set the bench. My father bought some ice cream for us. That ice cream was colorful just like flowers. I looked the lake. There was gentle breeze. Trees and flowers were swaying in the breeze. And the breeze ruffled the surface of the lake. I felt calm and peace just like a leaf floating on the lake.
Hi Sora, This is Wansoo. I felt like reading a piece of poem reading your post. You used many descriptive adjectives so it is really lively. But I think you rather focused more on your memory not a place. Also altough you already said the background information why you like the place, it would be more better if it is more specific.
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A sense of place
ReplyDeleteWhen I saw this week’s topic, I was reminded of the place near my house. The place is Boramae Park. The park is reminded of my childhood. When I was young, I used to go there every weekend. Like today, in spring, I rode my bike with my father and brother. When we went to the park, we have to climb a little hill. When we arrived at the top of the hill, we slid down the hill. Then warm and cozy breeze passed through me. I felt like being a butterfly. We saw the park’s door and we stopped. I closed my eyes and I breathed deep through the nose. I could smell flowers, trees and breeze. I opened my eyes, and I looked big green trees standing along the road. They were swaying in the breeze. While I rode the tree road, I heard kid’s giggling, and breeze passed through me again. At the end of the tree road, flower road started. Forsythias and azaleas were blossomed along the road. While I rode bicycle, I smelled flowers, and I heard buzzing. Again breeze passed through me. Almost we got tired, the big lakes appeared. We stopped, and set the bench. My father bought some ice cream for us. That ice cream was colorful just like flowers. I looked at the lake. There was gentle breeze. Trees and flowers were swaying in the breeze. And the breeze ruffled the surface of the lake. I felt calm and peace just like a leaf floating on the lake.