Where I was born and grew up in Hanoi. The city’s children is a growing modern city. Roads wander wide. The way the two buildings grow up san suicide. Hanoi’s most beautiful at night, then coats the city as a new coat. Where Where electric lighting as I am sa. They are the parents area for walking in the West Lake. In the air is cool and fresh. Lake blue, a cosmic giant carpet. Coastal lakes are found standing tilt touches down in their reflected nothing more of a young woman doing coast. I am very proud of themselves as citizens Hanoi. The people of Hanoi elegance and hospitality.
I live in a mountainous village. My parents often tell me stories about their life in the past. It’s not much the village I can see nowadays. Some villagers now live in brick houses instead of earthen ones. Our houses are better equipped with electric fans and TVs. Thanks to the TV, we now know more about life outside our village. We don’t use oil lamps any more. We have electric lights which are much brighter. More villagers are using motorcycles for transport instead of riding a horse or walking. We — village children — no longer have to waik a long way and cross a stream to get to school, which is dangerous in the rainy season. Now there’s a new school nearby. We also have more visitors from the city. They come to experience our way of life.