Spring comes, summer comes, fall and then winter. Winter is the season of cold, of withering. But it is the cold that makes people closer together, gathered by the warm fireplace. I really like winter, even though it's cold and harsh.

The coming monsoon was also the time to signal winter had come, the gloomy sky was no longer clear, and the clouds drifted away and replaced by a gray color. The cold was harsh and the street was less bustling than usual. The wind carries dry and cold air to make the weather warmer.

The almond tree in front of my house has all the leaves left, only the spindly arms remain alive in the cold. In winter, the weather is cold, with drizzle and wind that makes everyone close the door and very little goes out because it is cold. Occasionally on the empty streets a few people are working hard to sweep the dead leaves after a cold windy night.

Early in the morning, there was no sound of birds singing, everyone was still in a long sleep, the sun-man stretched lazily to wake up was also when they went to work. Everyone wore sweaters, thick coats, scarves, and hats to fight the cold that froze their hands. Outside the park there is no longer the figure of old people doing morning exercise.

The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror without any sad ripples due to the lack of voices of passersby. The city was in a much bleaker winter, a long day passed quietly, just waiting for that moment, everyone hurried and returned home, running away from the cold, returning to their family to enjoy the warmth. the pressure of the fire rose and the ragged smoke of the supper.

The old winter man who does not have a bit of warmth makes everything sank into gloom, robs the fresh space as an inherent law of nature, making people tremble with the cold. But only when winter comes, then spring comes to blow into everything a full of vitality.

I was born and grown up on the poor land in Duc Tho district, Ha Tinh province. That’s where deeply attaches to me 15 years of life. If anyone who asks me that “What’s the thing your most proud of?” .I will answer that’s my hometown. Duc Tho is the land poor where the people live by rice cultivation, breeding, and fishing. Although the life is very difficult, but the people is very friendly, and studious. In Duc Tho, there is a Tung Anh village where called “Doctor village”. Duc Tho is also the home of Tran Phu Secretary General, and marked many memories of the great leader Ho Chi Minh. If you come to Duc Tho, you will feel many interesting things, visiting Tran Phu tombstone, La Giang dyke, rowing on La driver, and enjoying the traditional songs. In the evening, they can enjoy a special food which is “mussel rice” – just only eat one time, you will never forget. Beautiful and unobtrusive! Duc Tho always tries to grow, and to improve the life of people, but keeping the traditional culture.