How beautiful my hometown is, it has golden rice fields, white storks are flying. The peasant aunts work hard all year round. Shepherds play flutes on their buffalo's back. The romantic river flows around. I call out loud: Hometown! Hometown !. Yes, our homeland, where we were born and raised, has given us crying from birth. In order for our homeland to be richer and more beautiful, we need to study and practice well to build our homeland.
