Last month, my whole family went to visit my mother's hometown in Hai Duong. Everyone said Hai Duong is so beautiful. The scenery here is so charming. The highway is straight, clean, with rows of green trees, neatly trimmed. The road runs through busy, modern, luxurious streets of all different types. Plants sprouted up close to the two sides of the road. Umbrellas cross the cool green rice fields, the guava fields are thousands of times, the guava fruit is round and round when poking on the branches. Then the car passed green hills, flourishing orchards. Here it is, here is my mother's hometown. The village road was lined with concrete. Yellow star red flag cheerfully on the primary school yard. People here bustling in the afternoon market. The market is listed as many rows. Laughter tingled. I feel that my mother's hometown in Hai Duong is so peaceful and warm.
