talk about your home village or hometown

Yes, the homeland is the place where people cut vegetables and cut the navel. It is the place to mark many childhood memories of each person. The homeland with so many beautiful scenes is the place to hold on to the footsteps of people away. But for me, the most beautiful hometown scene is the scene where the rice fields in the hometown are hanging in the early morning mist. That is the scene I always remember in my heart.

Born in a plain of the Northern Delta, her childhood was associated with hard-working buffaloes, fluttering storks and rice fields. Every morning, how happy it is to breathe a breath of fresh air, enjoy the breeze of flesh in the green rice fields. Each breeze blew on, the rice kept sputtering in rhythm, chasing each other running away.

From a distance, the rice fields are blooming like a dash to enhance the beautiful picture of the spring fields. The fields are connected one after another, the green is like a spring lawn. They keep on stamping, chasing the early morning breeze. The sun had shone on the early rays of the sun, pale and golden, revealing the green field. The rice fields seem to be awakened, fluttering and smiling in the early sunshine. Around the fields are green canals, which are bringing water to the rice plants. From above, flocks of storks are flying around. Occasionally, a white stork would land gently in the ditch, plugging and groping to catch each small fish. The fresh air here is how! Taking a deep breath, I felt like the fragrance of tender, sweet, fragrant young rice.

The closer I get, the more rice fields appear with immense green. The green rice, the young seedlings fluttering in the morning sun. There was a little fog that still hadn't dissolved. Looking down at the rice flower, suddenly the iridescent morning dew is parked on the leaves before it has even melted. And the passionate aroma of young rice filled the space around me. The white, full-moon bushes were sometimes shaken by the wind, sometimes dust particles flew away into the wind. The shoes look big and firm, signaling a bumper crop. Yellow butterflies and white butterflies are flying around on young stands. Even the dragonfly chilli is flying fast on the top of the rice. This is the faint laughter of the hardworking farmers uncle. They are collecting grasses, fertilizing the rice plants with good parts. The laughter said it melted into the sweet space like a fragrant young milk flower with milk smell.

I really like watching my hometown, especially the rice fields. Although the homeland is gradually changing, but I hope to still be able to see the beautiful and peaceful rice fields like that!

In my village, people live very close to each another. The people are very simple in thought and behavior. Therefore they are friendly and helpful . So, the crimes of the city  are almost unknown in my village. The people work together and live in peace. I love them.
My village is surrounded by paddy-fields and a river. All these add great beauty and variety to my village scene. Although  I do not like growing rice, but I really like the fields. It makes me have a good mood, a peace mood and a relaxed mood.
Now I am living in  Hanoi capital. I want to come back my hometown very much. Living among such friendly and simple people, in such a quiet village, is indeed a real pleasure.