There are many beautiful scenes in my hometown, but the scene that is close to me is imprinted with many beautiful memories of my childhood that is the field of my village. Spread a vast golden color straightened with flying wings, along the two sides of the field are green bamboo rows whispering in the wind, on the branches there are dancing birds singing songs that are not listening very well. The farmers who are harvesting rice quickly, everyone chatting and laughing happily because of a good harvest day. The more kids coming home from school are arguing about their lessons in class. The more I love my homeland, the more I will strive to study well to build my hometown more and more rich and beautiful.
