"Homeland" is the two most dear calls for each person. Because that is where we are born, raised and grown up. For me, too, my hometown is beautiful and every time I call it home I feel a flood of indescribable emotions. My hometown is a very prosperous village. The rice fields straightened the flying storks, the cornfields, the green mulberry fields covered the horizon. The village road is winding, winding but extremely clean because it is made of concrete. Since the day we had a clean concrete road, we no longer suffered from muddy and muddy conditions like before. The spacious two-storey houses make the homeland more and more new. Now, in my hometown, I don't have thatched houses anymore, but all have tile houses. So last October, my hometown received the title of New Rural. Although life is getting better, in my hometown, everyone still lives together very harmoniously and emotionally. At the beginning of a new day, farmers often join each other in the fields. The shopkeepers talk about today's prices. As for us, we called each other to school, laughing and talking, making the small village more exciting and full of life. In the evenings of the entertainment festival, the elderly and grandparents were also excited to watch and participate in reading poetry and storytelling.
