My hometown has a lot of beautiful scenes, and lots of good stuff. I love my hometown the most because the wide rice paddies fly with the green color like a giant carpet on the ground, and every time the rice is ripe, the whole village is warm. And no matter where I go I will always remember it.

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From a distance, this place is like an ink painting. Dinh Cuong mountain range stands tall and solemn for the people here to remember the glorious time of his father. Ben Da river flows horizontally along the road to the South Central Administration relic. On the two sides of the river, green bamboo groves whisper the four seasons, tall trees look down on the clear mirror. Overlooking the river is a historical relic - a souvenir house of old Huynh Thuc Khang, a cottage that has experienced sunshine and rain. Here is a small village surrounded by a bamboo village. At the end of the village is a wide-open lotus pond. In the lotus season, white and pink lotus flowers bloom in a fluttering cluster of leaves. The peaceful, vague lotus scent became even more pronounced. Across the small village is the foreign coconut garden, the dear and tall coconut trees look majestic but also dreamy. White coconut flowers in the yard, coconut chips in a windy space. Somewhere, there is a melodious coconut flute with a mother's lullaby. That sound has been rated as a quiet countryside during summer school sessions. Coming to the security village, there were stork fields flying straight, the rice fields were green and fresh. Occasionally there are herds of buffalo without grass coming back. All are created a peaceful, joyful and warm scene.