My parents are from the North, but moved to the South when I was not born, so I was fortunate to be born and raised in the sunny and windy land of the Central Highlands. This land has attached itself and left many memories in my heart. My parents established a career in Dak Nong, which is a newly separated province from Dak Lak, which features fertile ba-dan lands. , the monsoon winds blow, and the pouring rains on June and July. In the dry season, it is a strong sun, but not as harsh as the summer sun of the North, but also enough to make people remember the brilliant sun and the high blue sky forever. My family is a pure farming family, we live in a vast array of green coffee fields, luxuriant cashew gardens, shady, cool rubber forests and even pepper gardens whose pillars are located. this is also wrong My favorite is still in the coffee flower blooming season, probably around January and February, everywhere are white, the lilac clusters bloom densely on each foliage, like lovely flowers. Coffee flower is a simple, rustic, white flower that gives it a pure look, while the faint scent brings a gentle look. But there are times when I think that if it comes to the beauty of the girl in the Central Highlands, the image and the scent of coffee flowers are quite a unique and interesting example. I love this land in the Central Highlands like my own ancestral hometown, even there is a passionate, strong and unforgettable attachment in my own soul. Even if I go away one day, I always remember the sun, the wind and the sweet fragrance of coffee flowers.
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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 only fleeting. 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 came back to my hometown, I found my heart aroused strange emotions, it was immeasurable emotion. My grandfather's 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 a multifaceted root. 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. In the past few years, my country has also changed a lot, 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 is a festival, great work. And what I am most impressed with and love the most is the green rice fields, one color, spread out, sometimes a farmer visits the fields, along with the white storks fluttering. Bring a sense of relaxation and peace of a suburban countryside, different from the bustling bustle of the capital.