Ninh Binh, that is the name of my hometown, and I think my home town is the most of the northern plain with flat rice fields flying in many others.  

In the Winter-Spring season, swallows flew here countless times, some fields at the same time had hundreds of swallows floating on the green velvet carpet. Along with the fields, the white storks stood in a line, silent. But just hearing something like the sound of the fishermen chasing the fish, those white dots quickly rose into the air, spread their wings wide, drifting in groups as far as the sky ... Standing in the middle of the wings At the same time when the rice is green and the winds are blowing, we can only enjoy the poetic beauty of the field. It is best to watch the waves of rice hastily chasing each other, rising and falling, like a green velvet carpet that someone is bouncing up and down. My villagers go far away, every time they return to their hometown, no one stops to look at their hometown rice fields, to find back here memories of childhood: beautiful, innocent, and warm from the country.

Bình Định, that is the name of my hometown, and my hometown have a very beautiful beach.  

In the Spring season, swallows flew here a lot.At the same time had hundreds of swallows floating on the ripe rice fields.Along with the fields,the windy girls elsewhere have now made the fields cool, seeming to add vitality to the fresher fields. But just hearing something like the sound of the fishermen chasing the fish,hear the "chirping" crowing of chickens in the garden next to the field ... Standing in the middle of the wings I feel so relax. When the rice is ripe and the winds are blowing, we very enjoy the beauty of the field.My villagers go far away, every time they return to their hometown, no one stops to look at their hometown rice fields, remember about their past,memories of childhood: beautiful, innocent, and warm from the country.

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