Write a passage about your last summer holiday. Viết ngắn 8 dòng trang giấy a4 nha !!!!!!

The summer months are on the right season for harvesting crops. Therefore, my summer activities have a great joy. My house is on the edge of the village, looking out on a very open field. In the afternoon, I like to stand in front of the house overlooking the field. The rice season is an immense green color, starting at the foot of the bamboo bushes, running out to the road. People and vehicles on the road as small as holding hands.Looking at the fields, you are most interested in beautiful afternoons, white storks flying down and then disappearing under the green. Or go home from school and off across the field, some birds "easy" worms see the figure soaring soaring startling startled. After the rice crop comes to crop, there are many interesting things! The folk verse has a saying: January is playtime February planted beans, March planted tomatoes. That said, people do it to grow potatoes right after Tet. Potato fields often have large, tall beds. On the surface of potatoes, also under the soil beds people intercropped the beans.In the field, in May and June, crops seem to rush to the yard. In the drying yard, people also have to divide into sections. This place is drying corn, there is a drying place, where piles of peanuts are still wearing white tubers, in early summer, the pile of sweet potatoes is very high, red tubers, white tubers. At dusk, the second sister picked up the sweet potato basket with some boiled beans. The whole family sat and ate happily, my parents talked about what crops would be best to harvest this year, and what crops should be planted next year. As for us, we remember the time when we joked around and ran around in the cornfield. The land in my hometown hardly ever rested (left blank). After the harvest, I plowed again and waited for rain to transplant rice. Living in a hometown growing crops, I find it is hard at times, but the interesting thing is going to the field while working and playing and listening to the birds singing on the banks of bamboo and old trees. Cheo-birds chirp in the early morning, cuckoo crow at noon, in the evening, the "stork" cries out on the bamboo. I love the countryside a year, there are two plows and planting transplants that make people busy and happy, shocking.

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