The place where I was born and cried is my beloved hometown. The homeland has straight fields with flying storks. There were birds flying back and forth in the blue skies. Places to go are very difficult to get them. High mountains, looking but want to climb. Although this place is not as happy as our city, it turns pink every morning. In the afternoon, sitting on the lush green lawn to enjoy the cool breeze, the holidays, at night we gather together to watch the moon, then the music and dance, but in the summer, the sun is fierce. Autumn is cool. Sometimes my bugs can go to the stream to play. I love the place where I was born and raised.
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