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Topic: Talk about your your leisure activity 

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In my free time, I often play badminton with my friends. And it's also one of my favorite recreational activities. I often play badminton with my father, mother, sister, friend ...and recess, after school or on weekends. Playing it is also very simple, we can play it individually or individually, but no matter how it is played, it must also have: racket, shuttlecock... to play. One person standing at this end throws the ball, the other side catches it, and so on, back and forth until the end, the losing side must score 1 point for the opponent.For me, this is quite an interesting game because it helps me reduce stress and is good for health 

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Poet Do Trung Quan wrote:

"Homeland is the way to school I'm back full of flying yellow butterflies..."

Same for me! The way to go to school is close and close to me like a friend. It is an image of the homeland that is deeply immersed and resounding in me. The street is named Nguyen Dinh Chieu street. The road is narrow but beautiful. There are green tamarind trees on both sides of the road. In the morning, tamarind branches drop dead leaves on the road. The smooth, dark asphalt road has a white painted line in the middle dividing two parts of the road for cars to run in opposite directions. Motorcycles and bicycles are busy on the road. Continuous beep and beep sound. The peddlers were swarming with carts full of vegetables. We rushed to school to steal books. Everyone is busy on the street. On the old crocodile tree along the road, the birds danced and passed branches. The sound of the birds kept coming out, echoing in the deep blue sky. The sun is high, the road is less crowded. High-rise buildings overlooking the street with magnificence, magnificence. Shops and shops are open to welcome customers. The sun shines down on the street. The road shines, shiny like silk. A gentle breeze blew, tamarind leaves fell from their branches, falling on the shoulders of passers-by like nostalgia. Milk flowers on the sidewalk are fragrant. Flowers perched in purple clusters, hanging down the roadside as if to say one thing: this road is so beautiful! Summer afternoons or evenings sitting here are very enjoyable. I remember every flower bud, every brick on the roadside, every old tamarind tree. This road is not only my friend, it is also a close friend of the cleaning sisters. Night and night, on this road, whether it's summer or cold winter, the sound of bamboo brooms is always fluttering under the tamarind trees. The house was fast asleep, but there was still the sound of bamboo brooms rustling on the road. At that time, the new road was deserted and beautiful! The way home is too familiar to me. For a long time, the road and you were like friends. The road has lifted my steps, helped me realize my own dreams and ambitions.