My home village is now different from the village in my father's story. in his story, my village is very poor.Everyone live a hard life that time. People lack of food, of money. Now, it is different. People don't live a hard life anymore. They have enough food, enough money, everyone got a house, and many more things. Everyone always be very happy. They live together, help each other when they need. That makes my village become a beautiful place for everyone. People are just farmer, and when they have money in their hands, they very friendly with the people in other countries, they are helpful, they are good people. That's about people.Landscape is still like the old days. People live with nature, people product things of nature, and nature always open-handed with people. That is what people seek, and they live with it very well.That's all I can say about my home village, in my opinion, my village is a beautiful, wonderful place.

My neighbourhood is in a small village. It is surrounded by a hedge of green bamboos. I can see many streets, houses, trees, hills, schools,... Most of the houses in my neighbourhood are built of brick and have red-tiled roofs. The streets are not as noisy as the city. People live in my neighbourhood are very friendly and hospitable. They're willing to offer mutual help in any case. I love my neighbourhood very much because I was born and have grown up there and spent my happiest.