My own city

Broom-broom-broom ! Blah-blah-blah ! This sound is how my own city people is living.

"Hey! Go straight. No. That's wrong way! " The rice cake owner was screaming to his husband to carry her stuffs. I was walking for 5 minutes to get my home from my crossroads. ploddingly, I was walikng the road with my talkative freinds.

 Chirp,chirp and chrip. My friendly neighbor sparrow is announcing that I have to go to my Piano Tuition. I could smell my own city's smell. Near by my house was surrounded with one mountain. I liked that mountain. Because it was the only one which I can feel fresh air. Tree, Flower and smog. But there were some arrangement between smong and natural wind.

"Hey, Go away ! Here is my section." The tree and flower whispered.

"How come... you're suck a mean person." Then, smog insisted his opinion to let people follow his direction.

After all, smog won. The smog occupied his most of seat except the tree.

 I felt like I was being crazy. The air was really bad because of the air pollution. On the other hand, my  heavy heart had disappeared. I loved my city's fresh air when I was in my home.

 This is how I felt during the my own city's life.