It was still one afternoon in the American capital, and my mother and I continued on our way to visit the American capital. This time, I want to see how “The-WhiteHouse” is, where many of the movies and news have been seen. Will be able to meet the US president…
It was a sunny afternoon. The snow has melted but it is still cold outside. My mother and I picked up the train, then walked another section to “The-WhiteHouse”. This is the first time I have a walk through the central streets, where there are spacious buildings and spacious roads. W-S-T is still the same, not crowded, no traffic jams, sparse vehicles. Looking on the map, I kept aiming at the US Treasury Department building to guide me. Finally, the mother and daughter came to the side “The-WhiteHouse”.
“The-WhiteHouse”, the police demanded to drift off to the side of a small road that led to the President’s residence. Police cars and escorts start howling sirens. Relatives including the tourists looked bewildered. The air seems serious. I told my mother: “Let’s see if Obama is sitting in it?”. It turns out that just a convoy (something) runs into “The-WhiteHouse” but looks like a spread pit too. I was busy watching, so I forgot to take pictures.
After walking for a while, the mother and son were too cold to stop and go to a mobile shop near the road to buy hot tea. Lost 1, 2 dollars, forget it. Compared to roadside iced tea in Vietnam, it is … too expensive. After walking for a while, I saw some of you dressed in familiar style … I told my mother: “Vietnamese people”. Just like that, the doctors put a lot of Vietnamese talking together. Looks like these guys are in Vietnam to play, they don’t look like overseas Vietnamese. Knowing that Vietnamese people in the US are crowded, but meeting Vietnamese people on the street still feel happy and happy.
Finally, the mother and daughter walked out before “The-WhiteHouse” after a long walk and tired feet. From here it is possible to see clearly “The-WhiteHouse”. Iron fence but not sealed, iron bars are very sparse so it is possible to stick the camera in to capture clearly. In front of the fence full of tourists take pictures to take pictures, help others or ask other people to take photos. There was an ardent uncle running back and telling him to help him and his mother. After a horse rode back to the horse, the mother and daughter walked away, moving towards the “pencil”.
The space before “The-WhiteHouse” is very spacious. The mother and daughter walked under stone paved streets, above which were the dry trees of the winter. Occasionally, there are some squirrels jumping around, daring people, coming near to beg for food. The mother and daughter approached the “pencil” or W-S-T Memorial.
The walking path leads to a pretty “pencil”. It does not straighten and twist into a ring in an airy, woodless space. The “pencil” soared high in the sky. I remember in this 2012 movie, this “pencil” was broken when the earthquake struck. Here, people also sell tickets for passengers to take the elevator to the top to watch W-S-T but there is a shift but not everyone can always go. Waiting for the next shift is too long, but my mother is cold and tired, so I don’t want to wait.