My hometown is in the old Ha Tay province, now belongs to Hanoi city, I have not returned to my hometown for many years, but the memories of my childhood days with my grandparents are still limited. in my mind. So during my grandmother's three-year death anniversary, I was able to visit my hometown with my father to recall the memories of a while.
When I got back to my hometown, I found my heart aroused strange emotions, which was immeasurable emotion. My paternal house, located next to a large pond, the water is green year round. From the out-house, which my grandfather used to take in the sun and eat rice, open the window to look directly at the pond surface, then look to the other side of the bank where there is an unknown age. It is a place where the elders often sit and play, talk about all kinds of things in the world, it is also the place where generations of children have been looking at ripe berries, then stalking for bird eggs, ... Village road, I quietly watched the surrounding landscape, my country has changed a lot for several years, the dirt road in the past has been replaced by a wide and flat concrete road. The brick-and-tile houses are now only sprawled with a few compartments, replaced by spacious spacious 2 and 3-storey houses. But there are things that have not changed, that is the well that has been in the water since my father was a child next to a village watchdog, where villagers gather whenever there are festivals, great jobs. And what I am most impressed with and love the most is the green rice fields, one color, spreading, sometimes seeing a farmer visiting the field, with the white storks fluttering. Bring a sense of relaxation and peace of a suburban countryside, different from the bustling bustle of the capital.
Although not often in the hometown, but I still have a deep love for it, perhaps because I used to have happy and happy days with my grandparents. Hopefully this dear land will be more and more developed, so that each of the children who leave their hometown will feel proud and longing for the face of their ancestral homeland.
