On Saturday, I was taken back to my hometown by my parents to visit my maternal grandparents. I am very excited. When the taxi reached the top of the village, a large old banyan tree appeared on the left side of the road. Seeing her surprised, her father said that the banyan tree was planted by the village headman in the early years of the French resistance war. When the car goes a little further, I can see the ancient village communal house is full of moss with the words: An Phuong village. Going a little deeper is to a golden rice field, each herd of storks flying in the air, surrounded by houses with banana bushes, litchi trees, longan trees full of fruit. When I step outside, I feel a much better mind, probably because the air here is cleaner than in the city where I live. When I got home, I could feel the warm atmosphere of my grandmother's house, when I went out, everyone was happy to get along, the neighbors children also ran over to play with me. I am very happy to be able to go to the hometown to travel with my family 

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