$\text{My hometown is not beautiful and poetic, but it is still enough to be proud to say that it is great to fly kite every afternoon on the dike. The last remaining rays of the day were also the time when our children pulled to the sand bank to play. Each breeze blowing in the air sent the kites flying far and high. It sends dreams of a beautiful future of rural children. In addition, the Red River year-round engrossed in flowing alluvium for two rows of trees shines on the water to make the scenery become charming. Watching the sunset fade away, the pink light is gradually losing its strange sense of regret. Wow! A busy, noisy day ended to make way for a quiet night. }$
