In my home village, people live very close to each another. The people are very simple in thought and behavior. Therefore they are friendly and helpful . So, the crimes of the city are almost unknown in my village. The people work together and live in peace. I love them. My village is surrounded by paddy-fields and a river. All these add great beauty and variety to my village scene. Although I do not like growing rice, but I really like the fields. It makes me have a good mood, a peace mood and a relaxed mood. Now I am living in Hanoi capital. I want to come back my hometown very much. Living among such friendly and simple people, in such a quiet village, is indeed a real pleasure.

My family's house is located in a small alley of a district along the city. It is a house of the "continuous house". The house is not spacious but temporary enough for a family of four.

The house is adjacent to the road, so there is no yard or garden as I always wished. To improve somewhat, my father planted a small bamboo tree in front of the door, which is less expensive, requires less soil, and requires less effort to fertilize, and gave us a little sense of nature.

Four meters across the house, that was pretty wide. With a depth of ten centimeters, the house is divided into four rooms, from the outside to the inside: the living room, two bedrooms and finally the "ancillary", suites are toilets, bathrooms, kitchens. My grandmother, every time she came from the countryside, cried out: What house is like a train tunnel! Hearing that, my father just laughed. It is true that it does not resemble the spacious, cool house of my grandparents in the countryside. But anyway, in the city, it is lucky to have a private apartment, a built wall, corrugated iron roof, discreet, not leaked.

The first room we defined was a living room, square, four meters in length, beautifully tiled, always clean. From the way into the house, everyone, including the guests, took off their shoes as soon as they stepped out the door. Close to the inner wall is a cupboard that my mother used to call her a “coffee cupboard,” a cup of sparkling cups and glasses behind the glass door. In front of cupboards is a set of wooden reception tables and chairs, perhaps the latest in the house. On the cupboard, parents immediately put a 14-inch color TV. Called the living room, but my family also had few customers, so I would cum in the dining room, the television room and sometimes the classroom when the power went out, the motorbike and bicycle parking room for my parents. My own part in this room is a small glass aquarium in which I drop pairs of goldfish. Coming home from school, seeing the long, dark yellow fish tails hovering behind the water, was such a delight.

After this room is the bedroom, and also the classroom for two sisters. A shared bed for two sisters but a separate study table. I don't have much decoration in this room because I think my parents are afraid I might lose focus when studying.

My house is nothing special, it's like many other normal houses in the city. But if anyone asks me if I love it, I will not hesitate to answer that I love it very much, just as I love my parents who are struggling to raise me.