Hanoi, the beloved capital, where I was born and raised. Hanoi has many beautiful landscapes but my favorite is West Lake. It is a place where I and many tourists come here are amazed. Dawn to the sun shines down on the sea like a beautiful, pink coat. Each passing breeze shook the willow trees. The surface of the lake is also agitated. The ripples rushed ashore as if playing the drowned game. Noon, the lake surface was sparkling, clear, green. The space around the lake is only the sound of the rustling wind of the ancient doctors, Phuong Phuong is looking down at the lake. At sunset, West Lake looked like wearing a yellow shirt. Young girls with long dresses are posing to save the beautiful picture! I love and be proud of my beloved homeland!
