My hometown is a small village. It's Da Tien village. It's very very beautiful. Everybody is friendly and funny too. In my hometown there are many golden rice fields, storks fly straight not exhausted. There is a small communal house in the middle of the village, in front of it is a lotus flower. Every house are lying close together. I love it so much. I thick you should visit here oneday.
My hometown is Ha Noi where is the capital of Viet Nam. Now, I am living with my parent there. Ha Noi is the most special city with many famous places as Hoan Kiem Lake, The Old Square, The Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum,…In addition, people here is very kind and friendly
Hello, I want you to know my hometown. My hometown is too hot almost the entire year – about 33 degrees. So the nights are the good time to play. It’s nice to go to the restaurant, bar to meet friends and have a drink something. There are beaches here, beautiful beaches and I love to go swimming. Sometimes, I go out or just stay home and watch TV. People here are peaceful and friendly.
Nowhere near as beautiful as your hometown. The place where I lived and grew up when I was young and was sleeping in the arms of the sesame.
My house is next to the dusty ivory soaring up to the clouds. Around it there are brooches. Her home is connected from a small road to the village school behind the old meadow is changing the new shirt. Me spreading his arms to cover for you and the children in the same school. When I was studying, looking away, I saw coconuts scattering the sky. Underneath are low rise high rise houses. I miss the school lunch, suddenly dark sky began to rain again. That's right, a torrent of rain pouring on the head. We ran jogging, wet clothes, pale skin. The teacher gave us one lesson. There are also rice fields and a river. It was about six meters long and it drifted over the coconut trees high above the heavy rice fields ... In the same way, we went out together bathing, joking for a long time under the water again to the shore to fight each other. When we finished, we went to the field. There are boys sitting on the back of the buffalo playing flute or kite flying, while the buffalo is still just go grazing grass. There are no school holidays, we put the game before the house, choose the cool place to set up a small wedding hut with the bride and groom. The bride is dressed in pink, with gold pins of paper attached to her head. The groom wears green Pi-za-ma. The party is filled with colorful candy we have long reserved. Thanks to the long river, we often go out in the middle of the river with a boat when every afternoon the water rises. On the water are clusters of hyacinth drifted with purple flowers swinging ... as far away as dazzled by the sun was near diving. The sides of the river are rows of coconut water girly brown ball feet fall down alluvium and shining the dark green leaves fluttering on the river surface. The coconut water formed into the beam as big balls, very wrong should end up tapping water.
The homeland has simple roofed houses, the fields on both sides of the cottonwood quagmire, compared to the city it is much worse, but not so in the countryside there is no interesting. Wherever I go, a piece of my soul is still there for my country. Oh! I do not want to be far away from the coconut water, the green meadow full of birds chirp and even the rain has mischievously threatened us and how many times we have to wet, wet. It is the rain of my own country ... I will remember it for life
I was born and raised in Minh Duc, Tu Ky, Hai Duong. Here is the place where I love the best. It is a peaceful place. The air is fresh. The space is quiet. We can enjoy healthy natural conditions without worrying much about environmental pollution. As for social security, my village is a safer place than a city. Morever, people here are friendly and ready to help each other. Most of them live on agriculture and breeding cattle as well as poultry. So the food there are always fresh and tasty. Although I go anywhere, I still think of my village, Minh Duc.
T.I.C.K mình nha "Đặng Thị Phương Thảo"
My home village is now different from the village in my father's story. in his story, my village is very poor.
Everyone live a hard life that time. People lack of food, of money. Now, it is different. People don't live a hard life anymore. They have enough food, enough money, everyone got a house, and many more things. The only things that doesn't change is sentiment. Everyone always be very happy. They live together, help each other when they need, that is a luxury.
That makes my village a wonderful place for everyone. People are just farmer, but they solidarity in the face of penury. And when they have money in their hands, they still solidarity they are friendly with others, they are helpful, they are good people. That's about people.
Landscape is still the old days. That river, that mountain. Nature is harmony with people. People live with nature, people product things of nature, and nature always open-handed with people, give them resource for them to build their house. That is what people seek, and they live with it very well.
That's all I can say about my home village, in my opinion, my village is a wonderful place. War does not determine who is right, only who is left:" Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country"