My hometown is not beautiful and poetic, but it is enough to be proud to say that flying a kite every afternoon on the dike is great. The last remaining rays of sunlight of the day are also the time when we children pulled together to the sandy beach to play. Each cool breeze blowing in the air carried the kites far and high. It conveys the dream of a beautiful future for rural children. In addition, the Red River is busy all year round, accreting alluvium for two rows of trees, reflecting on the water surface, making the scene become more charming. Standing watching the sunset is slowly fading, the pink light is gradually losing its strange sense of regret. Wow! A busy, noisy day has ended to make way for a quiet night.

Every year, every summer, my parents let me go back to my hometown to play. My hometown is a very peaceful countryside. Every early morning, my grandmother often takes me out to the fields to see the scenery of my hometown. The morning dew still remains on the green young grass. At this time, the sun has not risen completely but still peeks behind the village's bamboo ramparts. In the distance, in the village, the sound of chickens, ducks and even cows ... squealed for food. The smoke from the porches rises, mixing with the silt that blows in the wind from the river, listening to the throne, warm and familiar. When the sun has risen, warm sunlight radiates down to warm things. Trees everywhere are full of life. The village road is also bustling with people passing by. People go to work, people go to the market... Farmers lead buffaloes to the fields. Everyone is busy with their work. My village is so beautiful.