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Hãy viết 1 đoạn văn ngắn về sự thay đổi trên quê hương em .
I often hear my grandmother talk about the hardships of the old days, when the village road is still red, just a rain is slippery as the grease, the sun is the way to the whirlwind, the people behind do not see people ahead. She often told, in the past, the trees are luxuriant here, all living in the cottage, the one with the tile house is called the richest village. She also said that in the past, the river was clear, every morning, people went to each other to carry the burden of bustling water is no different to go to the Assembly. She often goes shopping, every day there is a grandmother's market and he has to wake up very early, walking a kilometer to the market. The old days are very poor, not like now, buy a lot of things should also look ahead look. I like to hear stories like that, let me see how life and his country now change. Everything has changed, no longer like the old days, lively, rich and civilized.
Translate into Vietnamese:
Tôi thường được nghe bà kể lại về những khó khăn vất vả thời xưa, thời mà đường làng vẫn còn đất đỏ, chỉ cần một trận mưa thì trơn như đổ mỡ, còn nắng thì con đường trở thành cơn lốc bụi, người đi sau không thấy người đi trước. Bà vẫn hay kể, ngày xưa, cây cối ở đây um tùm, toàn phải sống trong nhà tranh, nhà nào có nhà ngói thì phải gọi là giàu nhất làng. Bà còn bảo ,ngày xưa nước sông trong veo, cứ mỗi sáng mọi người lại rủ nhau đi gánh nước tấp nập không khác gì đi hội. Bà hay đi chợ phiên, mỗi hôm có chợ phiên là bà và ông phải dậy thật sớm, đi bộ hàng ki lô mét mới tới chợ. Mà ngày xưa nghèo lắm, chẳng như bây giờ, mua được bao nhiêu thứ thì cũng phải nhìn trước nhìn sau. Tôi thích nghe những câu chuyện như thế, để tôi thấy bây giờ cuộc sống và quê hương mình thay đổi như thế nào. Thật là mọi thứ đã thay đổi, không còn như ngày xưa, sống động, giàu có và văn minh hơn.
Where I was born and grew up in Hanoi. The city’s children is a growing modern city. Roads wander wide. The way the two buildings grow up san suicide. Hanoi’s most beautiful at night, then coats the city as a new coat. Where Where electric lighting as I am sa. They are the parents area for walking in the West Lake. In the air is cool and fresh. Lake blue, like a cosmic giant carpet. Coastal lakes are found standing tilt touches down in their reflected nothing more of a young woman doing coast. I am very proud of themselves as citizens Hanoi. The people of Hanoi elegance and hospitality.
If you are weak in English as you said, and the teacher knows that you are weak in English, you cannot expect to turn in a paper that suddenly shows that you are really good in writing an essay, can you?Maybe some members will intentionally write a rather bad paper for you to reflect your true weakness. I think a smart teacher can always find out whether some students are truly doing their homework or just copy from other people’s work. That’s the reason why when some posters asked for help with their homework, I really hesitate to help because in the long run, I will do them no favor, and I could hurt them once the teachers find out that they could not do exercises that well in a closed exam in class.
My home village is now different from the village in my father’s story. in his story, my village is very poor.Everyone live a hard life that time. People lack of food, of money. Now, it is different. People don’t live a hard life anymore. They have enough food, enough money, everyone got a house, and many more things. The only things that doesn’t change is sentiment. Everyone always be very happy. They live together, help each other when they need, that isa luxury.That makes my village a wonderful place for everyone. People are just farmer, but they solidarity in the face of penury. And when they have money in their hands, they still solidarity they are friendly with others, they are helpful, they are good people. That’s about people.Landscape is still like the old days. That river, that mountain. Nature is harmony with people. People live with nature, people product things of nature, and nature always open-handed with people, give them resource for themto build their house. That is what people seek, and they live with it very well.That’s all I can say about my home village, in my opinion, my village is a wonderful place. War does not determine who is right, only who is left:” Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country”.
