Everyone has a place to be born, grow up, grow up, and go away. That place is the hometown. I also have a place that is always in my heart, this land, with parents, grandparents, friends, and a childhood filled with the most memorable memories. I love my hometown, I love the people here with full of love. In my mind, each country has an unmistakable characteristic. People in that countryside, too, have their own personalities and emotions. My hometown has an immense rice field, a long run, but I have not gone to all. My mother said that it is still far away from this rice field, so I have never dared to go. In the season of rice ripening, the golden color of rice makes me feel like an endless yellow carpet. There are buffaloes diligently grazing on the tall and long dike slopes. There we could lie still and watch the cloudy sky drifting, watch the sun go down every time the sun falls over the high mountains.
