In recent years, my hometown has had a lot of significant innovations, of which the most notable is the appearance of modern means to make farming in my hometown simpler, more modern.
People in my hometown live mainly by farming, so each family cultivates about two or three sao of rice fields. In the previous years, all activities of planting, harvesting, and exposing were done entirely by hand, based on their human strength but in recent years, the emergence of the means Modern systems such as plows, seeding machines, and sputtering machines make farming more efficient and easier. Today, all production activities in my hometown are supported by machines, the sowing machines help the planting to be done quickly, the seedlings are evenly planted, and the seedlings are more straightforward when sowing by hand when the rice plants have arrived. Harvesting season, the reaper is an effective friend to help the harvest happen quickly and save energy. More convenient, when the rice has been harvested, the villagers in my hometown can use the thrusting machine right in the field, then bring home the separated paddy seeds for drying and drying.
Modern machines have made the production of my hometown more efficient, rice productivity has increased significantly, so the material and spiritual life of the people in her hometown has also been improved markedly.

I returned to my hometown after five years of separation, looking back at the scenery of my homeland, I smiled a little, and felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

  Alas!  The village has changed so much!  In front of my eyes, the road was not bumpy and crooked, but a soft, flat stretch of peach silk curled under the lush green trees.  At this moment, the impression of small, sparse, poor thatched houses has gone into the past, instead of many spacious and beautiful buildings, lined with each other like big ships with  a thousand spacious carriages, pervading the sky.  The new red tile color stands out in the space to highlight the rich beauty of the village.  Over there was a vast field, as vast as a giant rug woven from a strange green fabric, stretching to the far horizon, pink in the sunset.No longer chapped and arid as ever, now the fertile and fertile fields have brought abundant food sources to many workers.  The wind passed by the lush green rice sisters singing and praising the beautiful, peaceful life.  The sound of song soaring, adding more vibrant melodies to the attractive non-verbal music.  What a surprise! ... The creative minds and the hardworking hands of my native peasants are now day by day, hour by hour bringing my village to step up and renew, promising  brings a warm life with overflowing happiness.