I peered at my watch and hollered another reminder to my dad, who was still smoothing out his navy-blue shirt in front of our living room mirror. He was in his spotless beige khakis pants and new white Nike sneakers, totally dressed up for the annual Chinese New Year parade in D.C.
I wish I were
Gushes of wind
That lashes away
The raging torrents sweeping
The iron bridge etched with “Ellicott City.”
Billows of smoke
from gunfire engulfs
a town echoed with shrieks
of terror and fury.
On a windy holiday morning, my family and I braved the chill and headed to the well-known Baltimore National aquarium. As a gust of wind whipped my face and pushed against my body, I was regretful for this travel plan and murmured, “It better be worth it.”
The spotlight is on the Fairfax Station Railroad Museum. It embodies an important history of Northern Virginia and carries a symbolic value for the community.
Gaithersburg is a well-crafted story with layers of meaning and presence, imbued with contrasts and variations. Its historic landmarks are mingled with contemporary architecture, local traditions balanced with diversified outlook, old-world charm blended with dynamic modernization.
The city of Rockville is clustered with joyous neighborhoods and stores for one’s personal wants. This thriving city is featured with a hustling town center, scenic parks and trails, and a wide array of outdoor activities.
The morning wind howled, sending a wave of swirling air,
Shivers of cold running up and down my spine.
As chattering students head inside the school,
I huddle up tight on the sidewalk, fulfilling my morning duties,
Because I’m a safety patrol.
Carrying a box loaded with vegetables, I inched toward the gate of Sunday School. A short skinny old lady was standing on the right side of the school gate.