1.I was born and raised in Hanoi. Hanoi has many unique landscapes and traditional beauty. Speaking of Hanoi, it is impossible not to mention the scenic spots such as One Pillar Pagoda, Uncle Ho’s Mausoleum, Turtle Tower – Hoan Kiem Lake, West Lake, … Everyone can come here and enjoy the beauty of the places. Hanoians are friendly and welcoming. They are always ready to help others. A girl who is in Hanoi is usually gentle and dignified, and knows how to treat humanity. The Hanoi man is hardworking and honest. Hanoians speak softly, with an upright personality, whoever met once will remember their old age. Hanoi’s specialty is probably the traffic jam. More and more people have moved here from all over the country, making the population here soaring. It is very difficult to travel during rush hour. However, many foreign tourists see traffic congestion in Hanoi as an experience and enjoyment. I’ve always loved my hometown of Hanoi. I hope in the future I can contribute to building the homeland, helping Hanoi to become more and more prosperous.
2.Every morning I walk on the familiar way to school. Both sides of the road have many beautiful scenery, but I like most is the rice paddy field in the morning. The vast rice field.The field of rice is yellow and yellow. Early in the morning, in the field, cool, quiet space. The smell of grass flowers, copper cabinet, scent of rice ash spread over the copper. Some dew drops on the leaves and gradually increase in the warmth of the sun. Sunshine has risen, the field is now bright yellow color bright yellow.The distance, white herd of frogs to increase the beauty of copper. I love the rice field, it is not only a place for people to increase production but it is also a green paddy fields, a field of childhood, a memorial field of the individual as well as of the birth. Out in the rice paddy field home. The more I notice the beauty of it and I know it has taken up a part in my heart
3.Every time I go home, the feeling that makes me most comfortable is the morning visit. The vast rice fields, the bowls, cover the sunshine of the sun. The lean young rice tilted to the wind, the rice paddies glistening yellow. The smell of young rice mixed with the smell of soil, the smell of water creates a feeling that is wonderful, difficult to describe. Just knowing it gives me a sense of well-being. Far away, the flock of screeching applause, flying up to the sky and then parked down, stamping stamping as the toddler. Some of the farmers are out to visit rice, on the face of everyone is radiant, full of energy. The scenery of the plain rice field is so ordinary, until later when I was away from this place I still can not forget tomorrow. I love my country!
