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17 tháng 5 2017

I prefer to live in rural rather than urban.
Because in the countryside, I flew parade, play with friends, here, my childhood will be beautiful, the people here are very friendly, gentle, very quiet here, the moon at wire It Also very beautiful, ... And in the City too noisy, we can only play with you at school, strangers, air pollution, too many cars.
If anyone does not know about the countryside then learn it!
I was born and grew up in a remote countryside.
The people here work hard, hard, bright and fresh, especially in the early morning.
From far away, the whole field is still in quiet night. Fresh air. The dew drops glittered on the leaves like beautiful little pearls. In the east, the sun rises slowly behind the bamboo. Everything wakes up after a long sleep. At the top of a tall tree nearby, the birds singing, welcome a new day began. Far away, walking along the village road, saw a few farmers go to the field, just talk. Sometimes, the bend to look happy looks. See the big pot, swinging in the wind, I think this season is more bumper. The night mist begins to melt. The sky is blue in the sky and flying high. White clouds explode like cotton, quietly drifting through the vast space of the sky. The whole field is covered with a yellowish yellow of ripe rice, sparse some of the transplanted rice fields are still green. The grains of wheat are heavy, curved and soft curved, leaning against each other whispered conversation. Whenever there is a wind, the waves of rice go back and forth, running together to the shore. A gentle, long-lasting scent, mixed in the air makes people feel cool, amazing comfort. The sun was up. The sun is also dark. Everyone in the village started to bustle the market on the way through the field. Ladies and gentlemen, they bring to market a variety of herbs, bellflower or pearl white ... An atmosphere blended together to create a picture of peace, serenity, vibrant and Colorful village.
Looking at the panorama around the rice field, I see how intimate your image is. A sincere homeland bounces up in my heart.