Our neighborhood
I live in a small village in Northeast China,and every family has its own grass.Since I was young,I remembered the little boy-our neighbor-always play football in front of his house.
My parents were very busy at that time,they work everyday,leaving me alone at home.when I was alone,I will feel lonly too,then I came out of door and sit on our grass,seeing the boy playing football with his father.I was dreaming,one day my father also play football with me like that.but that never happened,his always busy to earn money.And I hated him very much at that time.
Later,the boy still played football everyday,insdead of going to school.Then I always dreaming some day I will not go to school like him,that will be great!
Now,he,the boy hasn't got any normal work,and do nothing every day.I realized that my father is a very very great father-I'm prond of him.
And this is the story between me and my neighbor.
