For a long time I have not had the opportunity to visit my hometown. Today, after a year of hard study, I was given a trip back to my hometown by my parents. Alas! My hometown innovates too much! From afar, I look back at my hometown like a colorful picture. Up close are village bamboo groves, rice fields, ... Standing on the ceiling of my grandmother, I can see the gentle Day River flowing year round. In hot summer afternoons, we often wade into the river to wash our feet and hands and take a cool shower. The water is like hugging the children. Most crowded and crowded, especially at 6-7am. At that time, the students went to school, the doctors were working and the girls went to the market on a wooden pontoon bridge connecting from one river bank to another. In the river, ships swept up and down. In front of me is a rice field. Far from the field is like a green carpet, a few peasants sporadically visiting rice. After leaving, everyone praised that this year's rice was really good. I heard her say: "In the past this rice field grew full of grass, one pole could only harvest nearly a kilo but now one pole can harvest three kilograms of paddy. On my right side are mountains, This mountain range rises and another, the trees growing around the slopes look green and smooth.
@Học Tốt
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