Red brick tile-roofed sycamore tree

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.. I was living in the three-storey red brick-roofed house, backed by asphalt road, not far from a coal shop from morning till night issued ~.

.. Clicks, clicks the Sound of Cha Cha, has set a tune for this place.

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.. On the right hand side of this room, there is a sycamore tree over two storeys, under which is my paradise after school.

.. At that time I went to elementary school, homework not much, Hui, Tao, Ting, just, these I can remember the name.

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.. Into the doorway, upstairs stairs are wide, aisle is aisle, each door is open when someone.

.. Each floor has left and right sides, side four households, two households share a kitchen, four households share a toilet.

.. There is always a door, hanging "do clean" wooden card, if today hung my home, tomorrow is the turn to Hui home.

.. The afternoon sun will be from Ting house door, according to enter the aisle, small friends often in each home ~ wear to run.

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.. Here live, are ordinary ~ ordinary workers, ordinary ~ simple to live life.

.. In my memory, there is no ~ quarrel this matter.

.. My family will occasionally receive a letter, parents happy to read, will always tear up broken, throw away.

.. And I ~ The most impressive meal is ~ a person, a bowl of rice, a bowl of immortal soup.

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.. Since then, the three-storey upgrade to four-storey, each household area of large, with their own kitchen toilets.

.. Stairs ~ Narrow, neighbors ~ changed, Door ~ closed, clean card ~ No, aisle start ~ overcrowded.

.. And the noise of the coal shop only appeared during the day, gradually drowned.

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--17/12/2015 photo
-16/01/2016
-26/01/2016

Red brick tile-roofed sycamore tree