There is a pond in our village. Pond, there are a couple of bench around it. It although there is no sea billows, also does not have the mountain, but I am deeply in love with it, just like love me tender mother. Early in the morning, I walk in the edge of the pond, walking up and down in silence around the pond. The pond is like the beauty of the mother nature and looked at me and, sometimes, I love the feet into the water, gently dozen ah, limpid water set out my feet, her beautiful. At noon, the hot sun hot, hot sun shines on the clear water.
I sometimes around the men walked up and down, sometimes sitting under the tree thinking. A swimming break sun lonely, soon, he saw a group of children scrambled ? jumped into the water.