Everyone has a place to be born, grow up, grow up and go away, then always remember. That place is home. I also have a place in my heart always, is this land, with parents, grandparents, friends and includes a childhood full of the most memorable memories. I love country, love the people here bold bold sexual meaning.
In your thoughts, each one has a country own style, not to be confused. People of this country, too, has its own personality and feelings.
Homeland they have vast rice fields, vast stretches that I have not gone. Mother told the rice fields gone too far, so I dare not go ever. In season nine yellow rice paddy nursery of making you feel like an endless yellow carpet. There are diligently buffaloes grazing on the slopes of high and long dike. Where we can stay still and watch the sky with clouds, sunset when the sun poured down the other high mountain ranges.
Should you still poor country roads with little concrete still, the most popular are still the winding dirt road. Air stones smell rises into the wind rushing into the nose just makes you feel so familiar, though later raised it also can not be alienated.
People in his hometown who I also worked meticulously, the year they sold the land for sale wiggle so the sun to raise children. They were simple farmers, gentle and hospitable. They are always concerned about the people around. I heard mom sure that people respect the neighbor's home, rather than in the city as the home of knowing it. Mother told the new mother liked so idyllic life in rural areas.
I still like to see his country average em every time, and when the sun goes down. Because these are two memorable moments marked the beginning of a day and coming to an end one day. It makes everyone feel peace, do not rush, slowly and strangely quiet.
There are many people away still sure whether to go to wherever the homeland is the place to find the most desirable. Because there have families, have parents, have a childhood. And you too, you always see the hometown love you so much.
Now , i walk talk about my friend . Her name is Chi. She is eleven years old . She is a beautiful girl and with short black hair . She is thin but she is not weak . She is a hard - working student . She like playing badminton and she is a good volleyball too. I like her because she is kind to me
Among my friends, I cherish the most is Ha.She is a good student of my class, she
lived with her
parents in a small house near my house. She has long black hair, oval face
and eyes speak. What particula
rly struck me about her was the smile. She looks so cute
when he smiles. She is a form of friends that I can share everything. She always believed
and helped me in every situation. She is friendly, gentle and endearing all friends. She
likes Literacy, read
ing, listening to music and go under heaven mua.Chung I have a lot in
common with each other, has become good friends over the past 5 years. Although time
has passed long in any case, I'm and Ha also trying to keep this friendship
I mainly agricultural country should grow rice and vegetables mainly. Which also has nearly 1 acres, maize cassava few perch. Therefore vegetables never have to buy, everyone self-sufficient for your family. Farmers in the countryside you everyone naive, gentle and hardworking. They call each other à á work, calling each other back to the sun as the sun off. Countryside scenery you every morning when it's dark and crowded, bustling. During the wind blows, the little children as kites shambled blur between hot summer afternoon to drop. Kite flying high, the flute acts when the wind blows. The kids in my hometown whom did you look naïve, just like looking at things on the fly so high. Perhaps that is the dream of flying high in the future. People in the countryside you everyone friendly, help each other when in trouble. People call this village relationships. Que poor children, is still very poor, but I still love it. Although this may go away after you think you retain this love
