Not far from my house is Mr. Hoang's house. Mr. Hoang is in 12th grade with my brother. Every night, the two of us were studying together, when I took the exam at my house, sometimes at my house. His parents only he is the only son. Many people think that only children are often mischievous. I don't know if those words were true or false, but I myself was not right. Mr. Hoang is a person whom I greatly appreciate. Both my mother and my father praised Mr. Hoang for being good, gentle and lovely. Sometimes my father used to tell Trung me: "If you are friends with Hoang, I will have peace of mind. His family is also a well-off family, yet he lives a very normal life, does not race to reclaim. study hard. You should study those qualities in Hoang! ". What my father said about Mr. Hoang, I can confirm it all. I have never seen him hold a cigarette or drink a glass of wine. When he came to my house, he usually took books and notebooks to study, and sometimes invited my brother to take a walk around the garden for a while, then they both sat down at the table and bent to study. Every week, he bought me a "Red Scarf" and told me to read the stories in it to tell him. I love Hoang as much as my Trung.

Phuong's house is just a small alley away from her. Every day, I often come over to play with her and be pampered by her. Orphaned from an early age, she lacks a mother's immense love. Her father lived there, raising her until now. This year, she attended 12th grade specialized schools in the province. My neighbors, everyone praised you, ladies and gentlemen. Because you are both beautiful and beautiful. Especially in her there is a point that I love and admire. That is her love for the elderly. Old lady Tu lives a garden away from my house. She lives alone in a small house with no children and grandchildren. She may have been married before, but war has robbed the old man and her only son. Since then until now, she is still living alone. Sympathizing with the old woman's single fate, Phuong did not visit every day. Every time she comes to the old lady, she often asks me to go. She helps her to clean the house, wash clothes, and make porridge for her when she is sick. Without blood and blood, no relatives, Phuong takes care of her and loves her like her grandmother or grandmother. That is so precious. As for me, I see you as a sister. There is something delicious, something beautiful, I also share it with you, and also instruct you to learn. My parents really like her, treating her like a daughter.